[ if he wasn't so busy chomping on him right now, aodh would kindly point out that there was no violence prior to this instance. it's the princeling's own fault for what's transpiring. blatantly ignoring him, he sinks a pair of fangs into his neck, until he tastes a pinprick of blood.

satisfied, aodh pulls away to look at his handiwork. take that, human. he can sport that mark for a couple of weeks, for all to see. ]

Mine kisses are not the issue. [ he finally deigns to correct him. ] You are. [ he reaches down to pinch callisto's cheeks together. ] Your underperformance is what's hindering us. Is it because you are a virgin? Have you never experienced pleasure or desire before?

[ he certainly kissed pecked him like a novice. ]