'Shhhh' whut? o_0 And sorry for the sucky post >_> Strel's ref ran off with my muse! D:
Noss let his ears fall back and his eyes close in the sort of 'Really...?' face when Strel praised him as if he were a small child, the hilarity of the situation probably only apparent to others should they have been watching... Which, hopefully, they weren't; this was neither PG-13 or a public viewing, which Noss would have none of at all. Strel kept that annoyingly tough resolve, it seemed, of resisting the tides of lust. Noss was truly base, and let his instincts taken him over more often than not, and did not feel the need for restraint when in such throes if it was with someone who was willing. And try as he might, Strel could not mask the scent of heat coming from him; it was a part of his nature, and the body did not lie. In short, both men were very willing. And impatient.
The grin on Strel made Noss make a 'hmph' sound with a smirk, if not only because of the reaction he got. With Strel's heat pressed closer into his palm, his lover's wants were, at the very least, obvious, if not through his face then where Noss's palm was burning. "Well, the both of you, then." With a squeeze and a roll with his large hands, Noss licked his lips as his eyelids became heavier, feeling the trail of fire left by Strel's hand as it came closer to his own need...and missing it. Giving a playful growl, Noss opted to instead go back in for another kiss, loving the feel of his tongue on Strel's. 'Company' indeed, he chuckled in his mind, or at least what was left clear by the haze. Though I'm not complaining. They would have plenty of time to talk and play word games with each other, since Noss was staying with the pack for good...after their little foray. Noss's hips returned to rub against Strel, although with his hand already on Strel's growing length and Noss's own having been teasingly missed, he ground them together, forcibly putting the two into contact. It had been far too long since Noss had partaken in his pleasures, and he didn't know just what he would do to indulge in them. He could only pray that Strel would enjoy the indulgence half as much, if not more.
Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.
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