[Pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you.]

[skinofalizard]

[rather late in the evening, Anole finds himself in the Love Hotel, knocking on David's door]

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[skinofalizard.livejournal.com]

[moves his hands down and under your shirts, and increases the tongue]

[headcannon]

[Is very content to just let you take his mouth, and slides his hands up from your hips and under your shirt as well]

[skinofalizard.livejournal.com]

[really does enjoy that, and makes a happy little moan to show...

also how built are you, David?]

[headcannon]

[Well, not as built as you. But I do my fair share of battles, and I currently fight with a giant broadsword made of ice, so...]

[Curls his hands around your back, best he's able, and tries to somehow get closer.]

[skinofalizard.livejournal.com]

[actually, other than the giant right arm i am pretty lean, really]

[running fingers over your abs. tracing them, if they are defined enough to show]

[headcannon]

[Well then! And they are]

[Hums, pleased, arching into your touch best he's able.]

[skinofalizard.livejournal.com]

[pulling on the shirts. you need to take those off, now]

[headcannon]

[Removes his hands helpfully from your shirt, helping you tug his own up, breaking the kiss for a moment as they come up over his head]

[skinofalizard.livejournal.com]

[taking a moment to follow suit and getting rid of his shirt, too]

...you realize we're a bit outside the tradition at this point, right?

[headcannon]

Are we? I'd had no idea -- I'm following your lead.

[skinofalizard.livejournal.com]

Well, I've never been a fan of tradition.

[headcannon]

You'll find no complaints from me. [Stretching up to kiss again]

[skinofalizard.livejournal.com]

[leaning down to make that a bit easier]

[headcannon]

[So kind and accommodating

Taking advantage of your shirt being off, by running his hands up your chest]

[skinofalizard.livejournal.com]

[doing the same.......


only, you know, with his tongue]

[headcannon]

[Chuckles]

I'm going to become quite spoiled, doing this with you, I fear.

[skinofalizard.livejournal.com]

Well, I could stop, if you really want...

[headcannon]

I do not, in fact, really want.

[Wraps his arms around your back and leans in to lick at your chest himself; the angle is a little awkward, but he doesn't much care]

[skinofalizard.livejournal.com]

[keywords definitely apply...]

[gasping happily at that, and cupping the back of your head, running his hands through your hair]

[headcannon]

[Smiles, open mouthed against your chest, kissing and suckling his way across it.]

[skinofalizard.livejournal.com]

[moaning softly, and returning the fa--

oh, wait, no]

[headcannon]

[...Well, at least I'm still cuddly]

[skinofalizard.livejournal.com]

[...i just hope you can avoid the cat instinct to hunt small runny things]

[also, siiiiiiiighing]

[headcannon]

[That would be rather awkward]

Ah, I do apologize. [Tail lashes]

[skinofalizard.livejournal.com]

It's not your fault.