The only words Therion needed to hear, truthfully. He laughs ever so lightly - showing more of those overgrown fangs - before leaning in again. His lips gently glide across M’hilo’s shoulder, before slowly sinking his teeth into the skin.
Not much, of course, he’s still trying to figure out how much the miqo’te can handle. But it is definitely enough to break the skin. And it is satisfying regardless of Therion’s fear of harming his partner.
The blood tastes... nice on Therion’s forked tongue. And while the warden keeps sucking at and licking the bite, his hands wander.
They wander across M’hilo’s chest, and then down to his waist, and then his hips and thighs. He tries to be careful not to dig his claws in, at least not as much as he did with his teeth, but he does want M’hilo to feel them being lightly dragged across his smooth, delightful skin. Especially when one hand searches for the base of M’hilo’s tail, grasping at it ever so delicately.
“ Mmh... Is--... is this ‘more’ enough for you, Hilo? ”