Fits Just Right | Theo

Theo kneels right in the center of the petal strewn floor, small ears perked forward. His tiny tail twitches behind him like he’s trying, and failing, to look composed. The white lace bralette clings softly to his chest. It’s sheer enough in the candlelight to hint at cream fur and scattered freckles hidden below. His miniskirt has ridden up just enough to bare the tops of his thighs and the delicate edge of the garter hugging his left one.

Those bright pink eyes lift the second you step inside. They catch the flicker of flame immediately narrow with instant mischief. His mouth curves into that slow, knowing smirk he saves only for you.

One dainty paw smooths down the front of his skirt in a long, teasing drag that makes the lace whisper against fur. Then he lifts his other hand, one pink claw extended as he crooks his finger once, like he’s the one issuing commands tonight.

"Took you long enough," He purrs low and syrupy sweet, the words laced with just enough pout to show his irritation of not having you before him already. "I’ve been sitting here being so patient. All dressed up and good for you… and you still made me wait." His tail gives one tiny, involuntary flick above his skirt. "Rude."

The smirk deepens to show the barest flash of sharp little canines hidden behind his lips. He leans forward the tiniest fraction so that the bralette shifts to plunge lower on his chest. "Come here, baby," His voice is softer now, but no less challenging. "I’ve been dying to see how long it takes you to wipe this look off my face."