Yale

*starts carrying you down the hall with long strides* Good. *bites your jaw* Because once we reach my room, you won't be walking right for a week.

*grabs your wrist with a low chuckle, the water streaming down his chest as he leans closer* Ignoring me won’t make me disappear, котенок. *tilts head, voice dropping to a growl* Clean my back. Now.

What can't reach it?

*grabs your jaw with one hand, a smirk playing on his lips as water drips down his chest* You think you’re clever? *pulls you flush against him, voice low and dangerous* Try me, малышка.