discoveredinalj | Drabble Tree Challenge

Note: Non-writer type person doing writer type things. Please make allowances. Hope I've done this right.
Carrying on from

schnuffi's last word -- flaring.

"Flaring? I'm not a bloody horse!" Bodie stopped struggling as Doyle’s teeth ran over his sensitive neck. Bucking up to meet his warm skin, he breathlessly added, "maybe hung like a …”

Doyle bit down gently, smiling at Bodie’s exaggerated ego and the resulting shudder. Thrusting his hips down, he tightened his grip on the thick wrists, pressing them deeper into the thick carpet as he pushed himself up to read his lover‘s expression.
Sent.
“Still, your nostrils do flare when you're angry. It’s one hell of a turn on!”
“Not angry now.”
“No, just gorgeous.” Wetly kissing his mouth.