"I love it when you talk like that," he groans against Mattheiu's neck. For a fraction of a second his tail constricts around the reaper tighter completely of its own regard, but he regains control a moment later and instead focuses on teasingly dragging his thumb over the head of the man's length before pulling away. "I think we might be able to work something out."

Though as eager as he is, there's still the matter of adjusting the both of them and making sure his reaper is thoroughly prepared. Fingers slip over the smooth scales of his belly, reaching down until he can take himself in hand and-

Wait.

Well.

"...darling. Mattheiu. Love of my life. I- there may be a happy little accident right now."