Stay your pretty eyes on course...

Ultyr was completely smitten. The playful banter, the easy closeness. The words fell like honey to his ears. The careful dancing he had been tactfully practicing was all coming to a head in exactly the way he wanted it.

The god prince... No, the Demon Prince, languidly lay on the ground next to Ganymede. Feeling the gentle rasp of teeth tugging on his chin. He could barely control the low rumble escaping his throat. Pleased, while taking everything in him to hold himself back. He watched Gany lift up a jar and present him with the details of the contents. He perked an ear and narrowed his eyes playfully with a smirk.

"Why... do I think those side effects might be more enjoyable than bothersome?" He guessed, pulling his head back to look at Gany mischievously. "What side effects are we talking about here?" He rumbled, crossing his paws regally.