His head lifted at the press of Caboose's hand, turning so that his lips and tongue could graze across his fingers, nipping at them. Sometimes he was more the cat than Caboose. Blue eyes sparked before darkening at the mention of the ears. A growl built in his chest, all heat and need.

"Yes, ears and your collar," he purred, slipping off him and rolling to the center of the bed in order to let Caboose up to fetch them. He would use the time to strip himself of his jeans and underwear, tracking Caboose across their room with his eyes.