[The resulting laugh is loud enough to echo off the tiles, and he tugs lightly on Ling's hair, half in teasing and half in mock scandal. He's still got his fingers soapy and knotted in Ling's hair, but he still leans down, nipping at his neck.]
That better not be a complaint.
[And then, as he worries a mark against a bit of bare skin:]
no subject
That better not be a complaint.
[And then, as he worries a mark against a bit of bare skin:]
And I haven't even fucked you yet . . .