[ The boy, at least, can follow her least. Despite having a mate who needs direction herself, he's the sort who is very easily led around, the sort whose scent betrays him as an accenting flavor to whoever he might be paired with. It's part nature - he was his mother's son, far more than his father's - and part was nurture, where that status of whose son he was is even more true.
And so he tries to match her, in both departments. Awkwardly, he tries to move his hips, but more importantly, he makes to coil his tongue with hers, try to make this a wet embrace between them ]
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And so he tries to match her, in both departments. Awkwardly, he tries to move his hips, but more importantly, he makes to coil his tongue with hers, try to make this a wet embrace between them ]