With a whimper and a shake of his head Quin had backed up to the lockers. He turned himself so his side was to Charlie’s front, only then did he move his had a bit from his mouth. “Please, just...back up.” his tone was stern, but his body language told another story.<br/><br/>He was trying to keep from touching the teen, which proved difficult being such similar heights. Quin’s gaze remained on Charlie’s face, his eyes wide. His face was hot and he was breathing a bit more deeply than was normal. The tight pants he wore under his shorts were starting to give, allowing his true feelings to be known. His tail curled over his hip between the two foxes. His defenses were clearly ready to give. He longed to touch and be touched, it was just his nature as a lust demon.