“I don’t get why you don’t like anyone seeing them; they’re like caramel Hershey Kisses… all cute and perky…” Richard teased, leaning over to give one a lick. Mike groaned softly, legs squeezing together on instinct. A hand made its way onto the other one, making the raven-haired guard whine through his gag as he arched his back. His whine turned into a small screech when he felt teeth. Richard looked up, finding a rather angry Mike.