Trent closed his grey eyes, thinking of someone else, willing to be somewhere else. He leaned against Terra and awkwardly wrapped his left arm around her waist so that he could rub her back. The movements of his hand rubbing her back were stiff and awkward; Trent had never been with anyone like this, least of all a female that he was only feigning to be interested in. The coywolf decided to make the best of it, though, and imagined that he was with the dark stranger rather than her in the process, trying not to feel too guilty. He gently tugged at her ear with his teeth as she moaned, while he felt somewhat excited at last at the touch of her hands brushing his body.
He arched his back and pressed his body gently against hers. Her words hit him like a truck when he finally understood their gravity, and for a moment he stopped, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her back; his nose pressed against her neck and he then opened his eyes. No grey fur, no black mane; only her dark red mane falling over his nose, accompanied by hues that were much like his own.
When she trailed along his thigh, though, Trent forgot again, closed his eyes again. He gasped at her sensitive touch, swallowed dryly, and let the hand on her shoulder trail down along her arm, then her waist. He rubbed the fur there gently, leaving his nose in her neck, covered by her mane.