With the explicit permission, and subsequent signal that their impromptu playdate was to start, that tiny little spark in his gut began to glow. A tiny little dot that would eventually grow into the climax of a roaring flame. He bit his lower lip when he felt the teeth upon the soft skin of his neck.

"Yes, I can do that." He nodded. Once Secundo was sat back and comfortable, Swiss crawled to his newly claimed spot between his legs. The lust glazing his eyes was on full display although the eye contact was not made yet. Both hands on either hip bone caressed just above the waistband for three counts before Swiss' fingers curled around the elastic and worked it down to gain full access to the Papa's cock. He didn't notice the way he stared before making any advancement towards it, which gave away just how much of a feral sex hound this ghoul was. Even though he was going to be allowed to enter his softer and more doughy headspace, Swiss still had a desperate need to fulfill.

His left forearm slipped beneath Secundo's right thigh and his hand wrapped up the side while his right hand went for the base of the soft cock waiting for him. Once he lifted it up from its place of rest along Secundo's body Swiss' brown gaze locked up onto Secundo's. Unlike the pure lust of a moment before, Swiss looked up at Secundo with pleading eyes, all of his want to do good by the Papa and listen well and please him written clearly across his face. Only two up and down strokes were given before the tip felt the hot and soft skin of the awaiting lips. On top or on bottom, Swiss loved a cock in his jaw. The way a boy may squirm under him while becoming over stimulated by the skilled tongue or much more like now when Swiss himself was at the mercy of whoever he was sucking off. The way he would feel them getting harder in his mouth fed into the insatiable desires.

Swiss focused on the tip for a moment while his hand held his cock up. The tip of his tongue kissed the top of his cock with little circles before indulging in simply sucking the sensitive end. In time with the blood filling the large cock, Swiss took more and more into his mouth with each dip down.

“Hahah, it is alright. I respect getting our rules of engagement set out before hand. Claws are fine, biting fine. But please keep in mind that I need to be able to retain decent movement considering my position. Really everything is free game, unless it involves bodily fluids or will leave perminant and or debilitating injury. Blood is fine, I’ve entertained a few who enjoyed hematolangia and if blood type matters, I am B negative and clean. Tested every 2 months because of how active I am.” Taking a deep breath he popped his neck and continued on. “No scat, no emetophilia. Watersports can be debated but 8 times out of 10 it’s going to be a no. Rare circumstances for a yes on that. Red light is my word, and if ignored I will throw you off me but I know you won’t cross those lines.”

Sitting up straighter, he paused like he had to run through a list in his head.

“Oh. I’d rather we not rip these, I’m a fan of my tailored items. But if thats something for the future I do have clothes for those days. You can spit on me, but not in my mouth unless you plan on sharing liquor with it. I don’t mind involving any of our vices like booze or smoking, but mind altering substances like hallucinogenics stay out of it, as well anything that can be laced with ketamine or fentanyl which is unfortunately common in los angeles. No ones had a snow party since 2001 because of the rise of additives.” With his throw away line about coke, he smoothed out his vest as a cocky smirk rested across his face. “Any specifically you need to know about or want to check?”

“Oh wouldn’t that be something. ‘What brings you in today?’ ‘My father made me ashamed of cursing myself like an idiot years ago, and is cock blocking me from the grave. Now I’m anxious about doing the one thing I have no problem with the rest of the year because of how I look.’” All the while sitting there reaking like a cheap whore that they pulled from the back and pretending his mind isn’t preoccupied. That would be one of the worlds most awkward appointments ever, so yeah better to wait till after the seasons done.

Pushing himself up he carefully slid his body off and wandered over to grab his bottle, bringing it closer so he could take it if he needed to. Setting it on the night stand, he stretched out his wings fully before crawlling back up into his spot. Though now he positioned himself so that he could rest his head on his chest and lay with his legs between his, a little more comfortable than just tugged up on top.

“Now either I am going to take a nap, take a shot or we are going to figure out how fast we can get both of us up again.” He purred, crossing his arms as he closed his white eye. “You have found yourself in my schedule now big boy~”

His mismatched gaze flickered up to look at her as she went to open his special blood wine. It was almost scrutinizing but he didn’t open his mouth to speak. Keeping his lips pressed together in a thin line, his head bowed for a moment as he looked away. His halo was almost obnoxiously bright in that moment too. She likely thought he was being rude, but he for somereason could not bring himself to actually speak. Be it out of guilt, anger, shame, or just straight up awkwardness.