Awash in him— the heat of that vivid breath, the weight of his body, all those scuffing kisses, that grip— it isn’t performative this time, the heady sigh of wanting that slides sweetly between sharp teeth. He’d expected... not this. Something more akin to coaxing a stray indoors. Promising warmth and comfort by way of his own lurid embrace.
Instead he’s the one taken under, made a fool of for thinking he’d need to be the one steering their oars, as it were.
Well, watching Fenris claw at his leathers while struggling to lose no momentum, he thinks he might still need to. Just a little.
“I won’t burn to ash come daylight. Promise.”
His head is tilted, his sharp teeth playful when they sink into the edge of Fenris’ jaw— refusing to break skin, as though only demanding his focus by sensation alone. Chasing it with a single press of soft lips.
“There’s all the time in the world for us now...savor it, won’t you?” He presses up onto his own elbows, working to rise to undress himself in turn in the gaps between Fenris’ own rabbiting needs. “Or don’t. But at least let me undress first.”
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Instead he’s the one taken under, made a fool of for thinking he’d need to be the one steering their oars, as it were.
Well, watching Fenris claw at his leathers while struggling to lose no momentum, he thinks he might still need to. Just a little.
“I won’t burn to ash come daylight. Promise.”
His head is tilted, his sharp teeth playful when they sink into the edge of Fenris’ jaw— refusing to break skin, as though only demanding his focus by sensation alone. Chasing it with a single press of soft lips.
“There’s all the time in the world for us now...savor it, won’t you?” He presses up onto his own elbows, working to rise to undress himself in turn in the gaps between Fenris’ own rabbiting needs. “Or don’t. But at least let me undress first.”