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velveteenwolf) wrote2013-12-01 06:34 pm
velveteenwolf) wrote2013-12-01 06:34 pm
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PSL: We've Been Fighting With the Wolves
Roman was breathless simply watching Peter, enthralled by the power of the wolf in his moonlit kingdom. He probably didn't even need to be pinned down, so completely spellbound just by looking into his wolf-lover's eyes.
He gave a breathy sigh as he tilted his head back to bare his neck to the wolf, and found himself strangely aroused by the whole situation. He knew he wouldn't be able to hide it, not if Peter could smell as well as other beasts could, so he simply accepted the fact with a slight blush coloring his pale skin.
"Your tongue feels weird." Roman whispered with a laugh, but it was obvious that weird was not necessarily a bad thing.
He could smell him. And more than that, he could taste the arousal on his skin. He acknowledged Roman's statement with another lick of his tongue and nosing in against him, breathing him in. He wanted to keep him. As much as he hated to admit to it, it was only like this that he probably could. That if he was still fighting the creature inside of him, and Peter unsure what he'd look like on the other side of it... there had been so many reasons it had been hard to hold on.
So when he nips softly, licking at skin, it's almost a strange sort of apology. He noses into his collarbone, and then lower. He laps against a nipple, tasting, feeling, listening to his heartbeat. He still has one, he's still warm to Peter's hands, or now, his paws, and that never ceases to amaze him.
He pulls away, and those gold eyes look up at Roman, aware in a vague way that he was pushing at lines.
Roman allowed himself to enjoy the strange sensation of the wolf's tongue lapping at his skin, and even though not long ago he definitely would have been disgusted by the erotic nature of this encounter, right now it just felt like Peter.
"It's okay." He responded as Peter's eyes met his own, his hands coming up as best they could to run through the fur of the wolf's fore quarters.
There was a low noise in the wolf's throat that wasn't quite a growl, almost a breathy sort of murmur as he licked at Roman's skin. Peter couldn't help himself. The full moon was high above them, and it was Roman and he smelled so good. Peter could smell his arousal and it made him shiver, made him want what he knew he couldn't have like this.
He let his teeth briefly scrape over skin, not enough to break it, just enough to make pale skin pink with the aggravation. And then he licked over it to soothe, traveling down Roman's body until he had to reposition his paws, leaving bloodied scratches on his shoulders.
He nosed against the hem of his jeans, breathing in his arousal. The fact that Roman was still turned on, even when he was like this was strange, and Roman might be able to pick up on the awe of it. Awe and interest and desire from that almost telepathy he still hadn't figured out.
He gave a breathy sigh as he tilted his head back to bare his neck to the wolf, and found himself strangely aroused by the whole situation. He knew he wouldn't be able to hide it, not if Peter could smell as well as other beasts could, so he simply accepted the fact with a slight blush coloring his pale skin.
"Your tongue feels weird." Roman whispered with a laugh, but it was obvious that weird was not necessarily a bad thing.
He could smell him. And more than that, he could taste the arousal on his skin. He acknowledged Roman's statement with another lick of his tongue and nosing in against him, breathing him in. He wanted to keep him. As much as he hated to admit to it, it was only like this that he probably could. That if he was still fighting the creature inside of him, and Peter unsure what he'd look like on the other side of it... there had been so many reasons it had been hard to hold on.
So when he nips softly, licking at skin, it's almost a strange sort of apology. He noses into his collarbone, and then lower. He laps against a nipple, tasting, feeling, listening to his heartbeat. He still has one, he's still warm to Peter's hands, or now, his paws, and that never ceases to amaze him.
He pulls away, and those gold eyes look up at Roman, aware in a vague way that he was pushing at lines.
Roman allowed himself to enjoy the strange sensation of the wolf's tongue lapping at his skin, and even though not long ago he definitely would have been disgusted by the erotic nature of this encounter, right now it just felt like Peter.
"It's okay." He responded as Peter's eyes met his own, his hands coming up as best they could to run through the fur of the wolf's fore quarters.
There was a low noise in the wolf's throat that wasn't quite a growl, almost a breathy sort of murmur as he licked at Roman's skin. Peter couldn't help himself. The full moon was high above them, and it was Roman and he smelled so good. Peter could smell his arousal and it made him shiver, made him want what he knew he couldn't have like this.
He let his teeth briefly scrape over skin, not enough to break it, just enough to make pale skin pink with the aggravation. And then he licked over it to soothe, traveling down Roman's body until he had to reposition his paws, leaving bloodied scratches on his shoulders.
He nosed against the hem of his jeans, breathing in his arousal. The fact that Roman was still turned on, even when he was like this was strange, and Roman might be able to pick up on the awe of it. Awe and interest and desire from that almost telepathy he still hadn't figured out.