As they entered the room, they began shedding layers of clothing with each step, their discarded garments marking a trail to the bed. By the time they reached it, they were nearly bare, save for a few lingering pieces like socks or ties. Reynard’s eyes gleamed mischievously as his fingers played with the thin black ribbon tie still hanging loosely around Valentin’s neck.

“I like this,” Reynard said, his voice low and teasing.

“This?” Valentin asked, his breath hitching as Reynard tugged gently on the ribbon.

“Yes, this,” Reynard replied, leaning down to grip the tie between his teeth like …