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“D-Dragar, stop!!!” I complained, stuttering from both unease and just plain disgust. No matter what, I couldn’t get him to release me, regardless how hard I kicked him or how much I tried to pull. Every time I thought I had an inch he’d just suck it back in and laugh at me. When I wasn’t freaked by what was happening to my arm, I was utterly furious.

The blonde, however, seemed to be fully enjoying himself at my expense. He would lick further and further up my arm just to make me groan from how gross it was—at one point he even managed to stick his tongue out enough to lick the side of my neck! All the while I could hear him purring, letting me know just much fun he was having.

“You’re an a—AH!” His mouth opened right at that moment and I nearly fell in, my hands both flying to his top lip to hold me up, my knees on his lower. In the peripherals of my vision I could see the corners of his mouth pulling up in a smirk, a sudden weight on my back pushing me closer. I yelped when his tongue stuck out and licked down my middle before tripping up my knees and scooping them inside, giving me no chance to retreat before his lips closed around my waist. “Nononono! I want out!!!” I shouted, my voice squeaking higher as I tried to kick back at his licks. I just couldn’t fend him off!

“Out, you overgrown feline, I said OUT!” I beat against his lips with my fists, my legs kicking at his tongue. Of course, my face was growing terribly red because I was still without my pants, having relied on the shirt he gave me to cover my underwear after my ‘shower’ last night. My exposed legs were obviously giving him a field day as he lapped at them, only adding to my nervous and annoyed jitters. “Would you cut that OUT?! UGH, I knew you had ulterior motives when you lent me a shirt! You were planning this, weren’t you?!”

He suddenly drew me in fully and pinned me to his palate a moment, swallowing around me—I felt the pull of the suction trying to drag me with it, but he kept me firmly in place. The sound had greatly startled me, the color already draining from my face at the thought of how I could have been taking that trip, just now. A second later he lowered me to roll around again.

“I had no such intent behind giving you that shirt, Robin.” he purred smoothly, only momentarily pausing in rolling me around to talk. “It was your own choice to get your clothes wet; I didn’t make you do it. I simply offered it out of the kindness of my heart.”

“WHAT ‘kindness’???” I snapped, finding the energy to fight against his licks once more. He had gone right back to my legs after my outburst, probably just to spite me for it. I did my best to kick at him, but it wasn’t acting as much of a deterrent. “Would you CUT that OUT?!”

“I knew you were feisty~” he mused, obviously enjoying my annoyance. Just then he curled the sides of his tongue over me like some sort of human egg roll, effectively cutting my movement to a fraction of squirms and wriggles. And to make matters worse, he licked my face with the tip of his tongue. I could hear him snickering around me.

“DANG IT, DRAGAR!” I sputtered, trying to turn my face away. Luckily he stopped a second after that and opened his mouth, light flooding in and making me close my eyes.

The blonde released me and gripped my—actually his—now-soaked shirt to pull me out, dangling me before his eyes. I saw them glowing with amusement, satisfaction on his face amidst the purrs.

“You complain often, you know that?” he teased, watching me shiver from both the chill of the air and my anger. The blush was still evident on my face. “If you keep blushing like that your face is going to match your hair.”

“I--! You--! UGH! I hate you! Put me down!” I shouted at him, telling myself I was shaking with rage rather than cold; I refused to admit it was even more uncomfortable out of his mouth, now, than in it. He just laughed and breathed hot air over me, making me shut my eyes with the concern he was just going to put me right back in.

“Relax, kid. I’m just warming you up again.” Dragar said with a smile before breathing over me again. It did help, but I would never admit that, either. “Honestly, Robin, I’ve left you plenty of hints that this would happen eventually. Why does it surprise you?”

“Maybe because I hoped you weren’t serious? And how was I supposed to know that ‘eventually’ would come so soon?” I glared at him angrily, shivering before he blew on me again. I needed to get out of this shirt so I could dry… And definitely take another bath, ugh. “Either way, you’re still a jerk and I don’t like you.” I said, as if that were the end of it. I really hoped it would be—I didn’t like this topic.

“I would expect nothing less from you,” he mused with a purr. “Now. I’m sure you’d like to clean up again.” Dragar said with a smirk, apparently still pleased with himself for what he put me through. I wasn’t given the chance to agree or disagree when he got up and carried me off towards the bathroom. At least he’d shifted his hand to actually support me rather than leave me dangling—for that I was grateful. Once there, he shut the door and turned the sink to a trickle like the first time, setting me down in the basin and walking away.

But when he didn’t leave I was definitely confused.

I watched Dragar move over to the shower and turn on the water, testing it for temperature. “What are you doing?” I asked, unsure what to make of it. He turned to look at me, a smirk on his face.

“What? You’re not the only one in need of a shower.”