Every nerve and every muscle was tense with expectation, his body filled more and more with growing heat and the need to be with the red coyote; to touch and feel every part of the other. Although Tedros was smaller than he, there was no fear of harming the other, no need to hold himself back; the red coyote was older and seemed anything but fragile; or atleast, compared to the others he'd been with before, the male before him was no frail, breakable thing. Now placed along side the red male, he felt their arms barely touch; a brief contact, red brushing against grey. With that, the last bit of self restraint that he had faded and he could already feel heat building in his groin, ever eager for more contact with the coyote.
Hearing the others response he released a breath he hadn't realised he was holding and felt a low whisper of a growl form in his throat, as response to the others lust filled word. Feeling rather than thinking, he felt the others palm upon his thigh, the jeans he had always worn as a second skin becoming a nuisance, a barrier that needed to be removed, but to do so he would lose the other's touch... if only for a moment, yet he was too greedy and relishing in the coyote's touch to move or do anything at the moment, aside from sit there and enjoy the other's hand upon him, kneading along his leg. But with each touch his need grew more, the jeans becoming more and more of a barrier that needed to be shredded. Reaching down without taking his eyes away from the coyote, he undid his trousers, clumsily sliding the material free from himself before sitting back to where he was.
With the jeans removed, the sheathed dagger strapped around his leg was now visible; thankfully he'd only brought one dagger and his katana with him that evening or disarming himself would of taken awhile. Releasing the buckle, he dumped the blade to the side of where he sat, still within reach if it was ever needed. Free from human clothing, he turned to face the red male and with a surprising amount of boldness for the Rakeeb, he straddled the coyote, dark grey-toned palms placed upon the coyote's chest as he settled above the male, keeping the majority of his weight off his smaller companion. Leaning forward, he whispered into the others ear. Getting warmer yet?, grey hands wandering across the others chest, feeling and touching the other blindly and eagerly.
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