The hightblood can't hold back his amusement. No, this is just too good, he has to laugh. Or at least chuckle a little. His tongue pushes up against the flat of the blade, holding it against the roof of his mouth. Once he finds an opening, he plans on ripping that knife from the Summoner's hands.
He winces as well, though it's mostly from the sharp pain in his side as he moves his body close. His knees dig into the soft ground beneath them, grateful for such a pleasant spot to be even doing this. Hand still on the horns, he continues to rub with his thumb not really paying attention to his nails. The thumb scrapes and scratches against sensitive skin, sometimes leaving thin brown marks.
"Look at that," he coos, a snicker following right after. "Someone's all up and enjoying this WAY MORE than a brother." Though that may not even be entirely true. The highblood can feel his groin pulse as he grinds against him harder in response to the slight rise of the smaller troll's body, roughly pinning the leg in his grasps onto the ground.
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He winces as well, though it's mostly from the sharp pain in his side as he moves his body close. His knees dig into the soft ground beneath them, grateful for such a pleasant spot to be even doing this. Hand still on the horns, he continues to rub with his thumb not really paying attention to his nails. The thumb scrapes and scratches against sensitive skin, sometimes leaving thin brown marks.
"Look at that," he coos, a snicker following right after. "Someone's all up and enjoying this WAY MORE than a brother." Though that may not even be entirely true. The highblood can feel his groin pulse as he grinds against him harder in response to the slight rise of the smaller troll's body, roughly pinning the leg in his grasps onto the ground.