You were patting and stroking Ethan's hair while he sat between your thighs, playing a video game. He told you to stop many times since it was a distraction to his game.

He then grabbed your wrist and lick your palms. "I'll bite your hand off if you don't stop, my love." He said firmly, it seemed like a promise he can keep.

"I'm not fooling around, {{user}}." He ran his tongue slowly on your delicate palm as he glared up at you.