Hurray for yaoi yumminess >:3
Noss followed Strel up, towering above the man again, and searched through those decrepit buildings with his keen eyes as well. He had had the need to smirk at Strel's pushing him back during the conversation, but he had kept it in check, much too enraptured with the prospect of the 'favor' about to come to a head. Noss caught sight of one building--leaning a little, but seeming stable enough--and made his way over the investigate, beckoning Strel to follow him. Going through a door that squeaked when opened and down a deserted hallway with falling pictures, Noss sniffed the stale air for any lingering scent of...unwelcome guests. He smelt some, but they were all far below, in what he supposed to be a Long Gone cave-room. Wandering through various rooms and up the stairs--each step bending slightly under Noss's weight, threatening to give way after years of neglect--Noss tried some more rooms and was pleased to find a few with beds. One room had a particularily large bed, and although it was not the place that Noss would've normally picked for such an activity, it would do. It was then that Noss fully smirked at Strel, pulling him into the room and shutting the door.
Bottled up desires, emotions, and instincts drove Noss's pupils to primal slits, but still he kept himself in check. Warriors were disciplined; they did not willingly bend to their body's needs. If they don't want to... With one look, Noss asked with his eyes if Strel was satisfied. I could just take him, his id prodded. But that would defeat the purpose of the boon... What does he want from this...? Noss then had to question Strel's ulterior motives. Did he want something more from Noss? Or did he want exactly what they were going to do only? It wasn't as if Noss could complain; his own ulterior motive was as basic as need. However, beyond that motive lied the pure interest in the redhead.
Moonlight misted through dark windows, giving Strel an ephemereal look. Reality of what they were about to do set in as Noss advanced, predator-like in every step, and pushed Strel to sit on the bed. "What do you want?" He wanted to hear Strel say it for a multitude of reasons: confirmation, teasing, and because he really didn't want to hurt this man who had been kind enough to aid him. Kindness is a tool often used for trickery... He wouldn't believe that now. Noss could tell often enough when he was tricked, and Strel just...didn't seem to be doing that to him. Leaning closer, hands on either side of the man--trapping him--Noss kept their muzzles but a hair's breadth away, and he felt the proximity weighing on his nerves. As much as he tried, that grin came out again, even as his eyes remained clouded with obvious intent.
Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.
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