MK doesn't need to be told twice. He purred with the claws against the back of his neck. His teeth sank in deeper, intent to leave a permanent lasting mark. His hips thrust harder into her tightening body. His arousal throbbing hard with each movement. He angled just a little more, brushing past that spot even closer now. Wanting to pull more of those amazing noises out of Red Son.

She sounded beautiful to his ears. The fires burned as the wax on the candles melted from all the heat. They would be puddles soon at this rate. MK's other hand moved down to grip Red Son's hip strong enough to bruise. He angled the leg up a little more to push in deeper. He was letting go with the speed and strength he was using. Good thing they were in a nest and not a bed. That poor bed would be creaking and slamming and possibly break at the pace MK was setting.