Kib can't so much flee. He can shriek - he can lurch in the direction of the nearest house and try the door - it's locked. He can amble briskly...
He can break into a run when the snake gains on him and fall flat on his face.
And he can get eaten up.
And it's too bright too bright too bright and he flings his arm over his eyes.
Elves are supposed to be several times stronger than Men. And he is stronger than average, stronger in fact than Maitimo not that Maitimo'd ever let anything between them be settled by a contest of strength, and so he can pin Kib down with one hand and tickle him with the other, which is very fun and also very arousing and Kib, in his lap, will certainly have noticed this and can again stop him if he has objections or something.
Kib does not have too much hair in the way. Also that was not a giggle that was a gasp.
They are excellent vague pleased noises generated by excellent neck-kisses! What a lovely feedback loop. Snuggle. Melt. Moan.
...a fabric store is a weird place to hook up but you're the expert on where to go for privacy, Kib says. Sure.
Excellent. Best fabric store hookup. Kind of awkward to have you in my lap since you're so tall but I would be delighted to figure out alternative reciprocal arrangements.