Mooning.

Prompt/ "In that order".

Rating/ PG.

Pairing/ Timcampy x Tyki. YES.

Summary/ In which Tyki contemplates the proper art of courting.

"We can't do this, you know."

A smoke ring—perfectly formed roundoval and just a shade darker than the whites of his shirtgloves—blows towards the golem and it deftly flaps the smoke away, mouthteethsharp opening wide. It snapsgnaws a couple of times, just for a good measure.

Tyki just shakes his head and takes another long drag; the gesture was not much different from Skin's, after all, and he wasn't very much phased by that at all, let alone to a golem that could fit in the palm of his hand.

"I told you, this just doesn't work out." A white gloved hand raised, the golem twining its tail about the tanned skin. Tyki merely shrugs it away. "First, there should be some mooning. No courting is quite right without some proper mooning." A glance. "And you don't even have eyes."

He chuckles and tilts his head slightly when the tail –fur softsomethingfluff droppingcurling around against his shoulder, a weight settling against his skin and the slightest nip given at the base of his throat. Tyki hums quietly and glances down, tawnygoldenyellow eyes amused. "Skipping straight to amorous advances, are we?"

A lazy curl of lips and a tricklehint of a purr lacing the edges of his words as Timcampy finds the spot just below his ear and nips it lightly, not too hard to draw blood but just enough to feel the sting, and that's enough to cause the Noah to half-close his eyes and lean in. "What will your people think, I wonder?"

A gloved hand lazily reaches up and brushes against the tail in an almost-caress, and the golem's teeth does break the mochatanned skin this time.

Low, delighted humpurr. "That's what I thought."