[He mumbles his approval, eyes half-lidded, as he continues to tongue and kiss between Yuri's legs; it aches to be deprived the chance to taste the slick he knows is collecting on his tongue, but between the scent and the noises that Yuri is making, there's still plenty to get lost in. His bare hands, free of their gauntlets, move to rest against the outsides of Yuri's thighs, holding his legs with possessiveness when they close in around his head, and it occurs to him that some part of this was supposed to be about blowing off steam but the only satisfaction he really wants right now is every new purr that spills from Yuri's lips, acknowledging the alpha in his midst.
He licks more firmly as his confidence grows, less testing and more in pursuit of results; his own heady scent is starting to fill the air around them, thick with Faerghian forest smells of snow and fur and firesmoke. When he finds Yuri's clit, it's mostly by accident, first with the flat of his tongue on a long upstroke, and then circling more curiously with the tip as he acquaints himself with it.]
Are you still so sure you don't want me to take you here...?
[His voice has gone dark again, edged with possessiveness and desire.]
Your body says otherwise. It knows what it was made for.
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[He mumbles his approval, eyes half-lidded, as he continues to tongue and kiss between Yuri's legs; it aches to be deprived the chance to taste the slick he knows is collecting on his tongue, but between the scent and the noises that Yuri is making, there's still plenty to get lost in. His bare hands, free of their gauntlets, move to rest against the outsides of Yuri's thighs, holding his legs with possessiveness when they close in around his head, and it occurs to him that some part of this was supposed to be about blowing off steam but the only satisfaction he really wants right now is every new purr that spills from Yuri's lips, acknowledging the alpha in his midst.
He licks more firmly as his confidence grows, less testing and more in pursuit of results; his own heady scent is starting to fill the air around them, thick with Faerghian forest smells of snow and fur and firesmoke. When he finds Yuri's clit, it's mostly by accident, first with the flat of his tongue on a long upstroke, and then circling more curiously with the tip as he acquaints himself with it.]
Are you still so sure you don't want me to take you here...?
[His voice has gone dark again, edged with possessiveness and desire.]
Your body says otherwise. It knows what it was made for.