[His expression twitches at being ordered. As he leans in to lap up at the fingers presented to him, though, his objective of following orders activates, and the mara curling in his veins stills. It feels a little like when Kafka whispers to him, but not really, and he's looking Randy in the eyes as he licks his hand clean.
Distantly he thinks, wait, this isn't really cleaning at all, before he swallows Randy's fingers down to the knuckles.]
[Randy keeps his gaze on Dan Feng, all that heat and fondness plain to see in sea green eyes. It's not really cleaning him up, but cloudhymn can do that later-- he's more than happy to curve his fingers in the wet heat of that mouth, stroke along that devastating tongue.]
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Re: rip
Distantly he thinks, wait, this isn't really cleaning at all, before he swallows Randy's fingers down to the knuckles.]
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So pretty.