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3b  | Send me a number and muses and I’ll write a starter based off the image!

“Don’ y’ want me, Alpha?” He asked, tilting his head, green eyes hazy with lust and ale. Grinding his ass against Leif’s clothed cock, Castor hoped it’d be only a matter of time before the Fenrir lieutenant put an end to his teasing and took what they both knew he wanted. 

It seemed old habits died hard, the two of them still falling into bed together after a long night at the tavern, not that Cas was complaining. Whether or not he’d say it was debatable but...he missed Leif. He missed the friendship he’d ruined in one fail swoop, the easy flow of conversation, and the way the other Alpha knew how to take him apart at the seams. Which was probably why they’d ended up like this, Castor watching Leif’s face with rapt interest as he teased the man’s hardening cock, the night of drinking loosening his inhibitions and bringing them both back together for a night.   

“I’ll be good for ya, promise.”