Caleb smiled wide and had to stop himself from clapping his hands in excitement. He loved when he could get soft gentle affection. Kisses and cuddling were his favorite. They were moments of reward for putting up with a master. Their bad moods and hard days. When they just needed to fuck him into the mattress until he couldn’t walk right. But the days he got to lounge in soft pillows with a handsome man. They were all worth it. “Anytime you want. I would be happy to cuddle with you. I like it. A lot and you are probably really good at it.” he said with a smile. Flexing his massive arms and chest for the master he wanted to show off. “I am a very good cuddler. Would you like to b big or little spoon? My hair is really soft too so it’s nice to play with. If you want that. My last master did. ” 

“I like to consider myself a professional cuddler, really.”  Adrian grinned, still teasing a little and stepping back slightly once the cell door was unlocked.  That Caleb actually seemed to want to spend time with him was a relief, at least, and even if it was just cuddling, Adrian was hardly going to complain.  He’d always been a sucker for any kind of affection.  The wolf’s grin widened a little bit as he watched Caleb flex.  “I bet, you must be like a nice pillow with all that damn muscle.  Makes me feel a bit scrawny.”  He started to walk back toward his place, glancing over at the blond.  “Uhm.  Little spoon, actually.”

“Well then….I want to.” Caleb said with a smile. Getting up from his seated position he leaned against the bars staring back at the master. He had never been given a choice before. Not a real one. So when it came to it, the one to make seemed simple. “I would like to because you are handsome. And kind. And I am a good cuddler. I’m also god at other things if you like that too.” the blond beamed proud of himself for making a choice. “I would like to honestly.” 

Adrian considered the bigger male for a second, head cocked to the side before he finally nodded with a small smile of his own.  “Well, then, why not.  I could never say no to some good cuddling when I can get it.”  The wolf teased lightly, gesturing for a guard to open the cell as he stepped back slightly.

Elion chuckled at the approval of his name. He supposed it was different, but he had not thought about it. “Not as impressive as you think my brother is Elioff.” He winked to show he was only teasing. Just as playfully he snapped his teeth together as if intending to bit the boy when he poked him in the chest. “Oh I think I’ll get used to it. I’ll just have to prove to you I deserve it.” 

It wasn’t often Elliot found himself out of the cells, but every now and then he could convince some easily manipulated master to rent him so that the wolf could get out. He’d considered making a run for it, just shifting and staying in the woodlands until he was long forgotten about but this master, while overly sweet and shy, couldn’t seem to leave the wolf alone for five minutes. He finally managed to get a moment alone when they’d entered the Blue Wolf, an old haunt Elliot had honestly missed. When the wolf next to him spoke, Elliot glanced over. “Tastes better than it looks.” He commented, familiar with the booze sold in the tavern. 

Adrian finally shifted his gaze away from the drink, nose still wrinkled in slight disgust, and considered the male beside him.  He’d seen the guy walk in with someone else, although the other one didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight.  It was kind of surprising, considering the other master had pretty much been making puppy eyes at the redheaded wolf earlier.  “It sounds better than it looks.  This looks like some kind of weirdass poison.  That’s what I get for ordering something random.”

“Oh um. alright. Adrian.” it felt foreign and wrong to not call the other by some sort of honorific. It felt like he was breaking a rule. Part of his wondered if it was a trick. To get him in trouble. But he had given him his book back so he smiled and nodded. “Adrian. It does mean a great deal to me. I would like to show you how much I appreciate it. If there is anything you can think of. I was bred and raised to be this. A slave. I could warm your bed for you if you like.” 

The wolf offered the other man a small, reassuring smile, leaning one shoulder against the bars of the cell.  He was sure there were some masters who would probably enjoy messing with the blond, that would try to get him into trouble over something trivial like not addressing them ‘properly’, but Adrian thought it was a bit ridiculous.  “Oh.  Well.”  He rubbed a hand along the back of his neck.  “That’s really not necessary, you don’t gotta do anything if you don’t want.”

What did he know? THe other species seemed to always put poison in their bodies. He looked to the man’s drink, eyes looking at the strange liquid. He would not drink that unless he was ordered to. He furrowed his brow before shaking his head in agreement with the man. At least he could order something else.

“Right!  Good, I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks this is probably poison.”  Adrian’s tone was slightly dramatic as he set the drink back down, not bothering to get the bartender’s attention back just yet.  “You usually this quiet?”

“then how come none of them have put me in my place yet? are they getting lazier?” he would have thought anyone would have jumped at the chance to put him in his place - him being a hunter, he couldn’t imagine why he was being left alone. not that he was really complaining. “you’re not “some of the guys” around here are you? you think you’re a saint because you’re kinder to the slaves? that’s it, right?”

“Who knows.  Maybe they’re biding their time for some weird reason.”  Adrian shrugged, not about to pretend like he knew how some of the other masters thought.  Seconds later, the amusement was back in his eyes and the wolf smirked, shaking his head.  “I might be nicer to all of you, but I’m hardly going to pretend to be a saint.  I’m here, after all, aren’t I.”

Elion wasn’t phased by the fact that the man seemed proud to be spoiled. Of course Elion believed in owning up to the sort of person you were. He smirked as the boy gave him a look for slapping his ass, but it got a reaction Elion quite like. “Good now remember that when we get back to your place.” He winked. “Well I would tell you my name is Elion but I like Sir better.” 

“look, buddy.” levi began, a long drawn out sigh escaping him. he didn’t know what these guys wanted from him - and why they were fucking with him. was he really that appealing? he thought his attitude would keep them away. but no. it drew them in instead. “i’m not trying to charm anyone. i’d rather just be left alone. forever.” he had to devise some sort of escape plan. spending the rest of his life in solitude was not how he pictured his 20s.

Normally, the guy’s attitude probably would have pushed Adrian away pretty quickly, but for the moment he’s a bit amused that the kid got huffy from him just talking.  “That ain’t gonna work, you know.”  He started, shoulders lifting in a slight shrug, Adrian’s head cocking to the side.  “From what I gather, some of the guys around here like putting someone with a mouth on them in ‘their place’ or whatever.”

Henry was sure he’d only been taken out of his cell so that he could fetch food and drinks for the master who was now off in the corner with someone. He hadn’t been called on for anything so he’d moved off to the side and leaned against the wall. He hadn’t been told he could sit so he didn’t and he found himself eyeing up a glass of water as if he would snatch it any moment. He was focused on that until someone spoke and immediately his head turned so that he could look at the drink and then to the man’s face. He would have spoke, but knew better than to speak out of turn.

Glancing over at the guy standing near him, Adrian looked him up and down for a second.  A wolf, that was easy enough to tell, and he was gonna guess slave just from the posture the other had.  “Dude, c’mon.”  He held up the drink, his nose still wrinkled in obvious disgust.  “You have to agree with me.  This looks really, really questionable.  Nothing should be this bright green unless it’s poison or somethin’.”

Caleb’s mouth dropped open when the master just gave it back to him like that. He took it carefully and held it tight to his chest. “Thank you sir. Thank you so much. My- my name is Caleb. I appreciate this so much.” he said offering the man his bright dazzling smile. Caleb’s line was bred specifically for slavery. You could see his brothers and sisters sitting at the feet of important dignitaries, and even the royal family themselves. So it was odd he was sitting in the cells. “You are very kind sir. I-is there something you want from me as repayment for your kindness?” 

The wolf couldn’t help a little grin at just how surprised the blond seemed to be as he was simply handed the book.  “Nice to meet you, Caleb, I’m Adrian.  You don’t gotta bother with the ‘sir’ stuff if you don’t wanna.  Little too proper for me, personally.”  He was quick to shake his head, offering a reassuring smile of his own.  “Nah, don’t worry about paying me back, it’s just a book.”

Elion quirked an eyebrow at the admission. Yes he could see that. He chuckled as the guy continued packs could get quite tough especially with so many wolves scrambling for dominance. Especially since this one didn’t strike him as especially dominant. That of course didn’t mean the guy was weak, but with Wolves most equated lack of dominance as weakness so he was sure the wolf had had his share of issues in his pack. “Oh you practically have a sign flashing over your head.” He gestured gallantly and then teasingly slapped the boy’s ass. “You lead the way.”