( Yuri all but melts against the grass as Dimitri's tongue curls in, in, all the while he murmurs sweet-hot nothings into the back of his mind. He pulls his thighs back a little further, spreads his knees a little wider, as he struggles around each breath, his unfocused eyes following the bob of his brother's head as he fucks him with his tongue. )

Yes—

( The wolf's hunger may only be sated by hot blood and the tear of flesh, but Dima eats him as though the act is worship in itself. Yuri is indeed a good but it's a deep, dark pleasure to feel himself relax under his tongue; for that tight clench of muscle to flutter and soften with each of those writhing licks.

Perhaps someone will right an accurate song about them, one day. A song full of wilderness and love and pleasure and a white deer ravaged by a wolf; a love so tender and savage that they have to remain worlds apart so that they don't destroy one another.

Yuri would like a song like that. )

Show me more. I want everything you have, my love. I want all of you.