Stay your pretty eyes on course...

Ultyr would have purred with how he could feel those pale lavender eyes rake over his muscles and sleek fur. His lip curled up into a pleased smile. It wasn't often he was the object of another's roving gaze. The last time that happened was...

His fiery gaze would rake in turn, lingering on Ganymede's supple curves. Effeminate and yet the way he held himself was so very masculine. He crossed his legs like a royal prince would too. The tink tink tink of the glass jars together was doing nothing but remind Ultyr of the need to wrap Ganymede in his arms. The rhythm enticing and alluding to something he wanted desperately.

The smirk that played along the boy's lips and that mischievous look sent a wave of tingling sensations over his chest and throat, his claws subtly flexed into the ground to keep him from hitching his breath and pulling himself closer to the stormshine pelt.

He glanced away, the heat unbearable, his teeth pressing against his lip. He had never been on this side of the flirtatious banter that had blazonly sent him reeling before. There were no other strings attached, was this what... was this how it was meant to be?

"I wonder if an increase in...Libido... is something you really... would like... from me... Hmmm?" He rumbled against his throat, his head reeling. His breath is heavy through his nose. With each word, he leans closer and closer. His maw seeking those dark teasing lips. He quested to whisper his lips over the others, testing, seeking. He didn't really need an increase in libido, did he? Woe to his lovers for his insatiable appetite as it stood, would they handle an increase?