_{[ Shucks, Kabru. You're gonna make this giant man blush! And anyway, it doesn't matter.. an ass is an ass and they are all valid. Beowulf feels the remnants of Kabru's lips on his skin, the spit cooling against his newly adorn bruise that he doesn't seem ashamed of. Kabru can feel Beowulf leaning forward and into him, attracted to him like a moth to a flame. ]}

You make me want to take you to a bed right now, you know.

_{[ He folds so easily when he gets praise. It's definitely a kink of his. The dice gets a toss, and wow, what a coincidence: CARESS ASS. Beowulf just did that, but he's going to push it a step forward. ]}

Well, well. It's like it read my mind!

_{[ His hands slide back to Kabru's ass, but this time, he slips both of them down the other man's trousers, squeezing the bare flesh. He dips down to mutter against his ear, voice gentle but carrying just enough seduction to it. ]}

Tell me what else you like, pretty boy.