No lubricant on him, but...there are ways around that. Ways to secure this, and he stares openly as York peels away his shirt, muscle gleaming in the moonlight. There are now a list of things he'd rather like to do, but practicality narrows the list down substantially.
"Your mouth, then."
Risky business with those fangs, but he trusts York to be careful.
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"Your mouth, then."
Risky business with those fangs, but he trusts York to be careful.