“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒, all sticking up in odd places and tussled roughly from their lovemaking. Like two animals fighting. But it's all soft now, in the low light of morning, hair rusts in the golden light of it as they trace some scar they've left on him.
❝ Mm ? . . . ❞ They finally respond, lids low as they gaze up. They feel his breath, the rumble of his chest as the words rattle out. They feel him before they comprehend the words. And he feels so much more alive in the moment, right now. So oddly soft, tangled up with them, or maybe . . . Maybe they were just imagining things.
❝ Nothin . . . Jus' . . . 𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 . . . ❞ They hum with a soft smile.
They lean down just to kiss over the old scars they've left on him, and it's reverent. It's worship. The way they breathe against his skin, adore the flesh they abuse the same way he does.
❝ Shit ! -- ❞ They hiss lowly as they twist and some angry bruise is pressed into. Some new scar stitched up and still healing catching on the rough sheets. Their arms trembling with the weight of holding themselves up as they lower themselves like some 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 back into his warmth.
Lapsing into silence a moment, they melt against him.
❝ Y'don't have t'go yet, d'you ? ❞ They mumble against his neck almost pleadingly soft. The featherlight touch of lips felt next, as they trail them down the column of his throat. No doubt trying to coax him into staying longer.
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄, that lonely dog heart so hungry to love the teeth of the wolf as much as the rest of him.
