01-24-2012, 03:20 PM
He didn't remember before. How long had he been a slave? Since childhood, maybe? Or perhaps Amy was just that bad. Perhaps he suffered from amnesia. Who knew? Sebastian couldn't respond, his heart so full of emotion that his throat had seized up a little. Hadley smiled his sweet smile, leaned closer to the Italian and kissed him.
For a moment, Sebastian was too shocked to understand what had happened. But still he reacted automatically, his muzzle opening and his tongue slipping out. This was no simple, unconditional kiss; Sebastian knew the intention and responded lustily. He let out a low moan, closing his eyes and losing himself to the sensation. The artisan didn't break the kiss as he moved, keeping his lips pressed against Hadley's and tasting the hybrid's hot mouth as he shifted over so that he was on his knees in front of the wolfdog.
Sebastian kept up the kiss, refusing to let himself think as he unzipped his jacket with one hand. He kept the other on the back of Hadley's head, keeping the pair connected. His knee pressed between Hadley's legs as he stripped off his jacket and caressed Hadley's teeth and tongue with his own. Once he was clad in only his jeans, Sebastian broke the kiss. He kept one arm resting gently on the back of Hadley's head, slowly running through his thick fur. The other was gently massaging the rugged slave's abdomen.
Sebastian looked a little wilder than he had a few moments ago. Still a paragon of aristocratic, clean-cut beauty, his fur was somewhat puffier, giving him a slightly more feral look. His eyes shone, though his back was now to the fire.
"H-Hadley," he breathed softly, moving closer to kiss the hybrid's neck gently. No-one could say Sebastian didn't do whatever he could to please his lover. "How about for tonight..." he gently nipped his shoulder. "You can be the master. You can do anything you want with me." He pulled Hadley's head closer, growling into his ear. "Anything." A low, rough, lusty growl rumbled in Sebastian's chest, a growl of desire.
For a moment, Sebastian was too shocked to understand what had happened. But still he reacted automatically, his muzzle opening and his tongue slipping out. This was no simple, unconditional kiss; Sebastian knew the intention and responded lustily. He let out a low moan, closing his eyes and losing himself to the sensation. The artisan didn't break the kiss as he moved, keeping his lips pressed against Hadley's and tasting the hybrid's hot mouth as he shifted over so that he was on his knees in front of the wolfdog.
Sebastian kept up the kiss, refusing to let himself think as he unzipped his jacket with one hand. He kept the other on the back of Hadley's head, keeping the pair connected. His knee pressed between Hadley's legs as he stripped off his jacket and caressed Hadley's teeth and tongue with his own. Once he was clad in only his jeans, Sebastian broke the kiss. He kept one arm resting gently on the back of Hadley's head, slowly running through his thick fur. The other was gently massaging the rugged slave's abdomen.
Sebastian looked a little wilder than he had a few moments ago. Still a paragon of aristocratic, clean-cut beauty, his fur was somewhat puffier, giving him a slightly more feral look. His eyes shone, though his back was now to the fire.
"H-Hadley," he breathed softly, moving closer to kiss the hybrid's neck gently. No-one could say Sebastian didn't do whatever he could to please his lover. "How about for tonight..." he gently nipped his shoulder. "You can be the master. You can do anything you want with me." He pulled Hadley's head closer, growling into his ear. "Anything." A low, rough, lusty growl rumbled in Sebastian's chest, a growl of desire.