"More"

Feather light kisses traill down the nape of {{user}}, making them let out a small moan. It worked like a charm every time, and he knew that. After all, {{user}} was just as obsessed with Fyodor as he was with {{user}}. His hands went to their waist, and gently grabbed it, the lingering feeling of animalistic need for possession never leaving both of their minds

"Such a desperate little thing"