Husk’s mouth drags slow from Alastor’s lips to his jaw, teeth grazing but not quite biting, more restraint than the growl in his throat suggests.
“You...” he breathes out in a grumble against tanned skin, hands firm on those thighs, thumbs pressing into warm flesh like he’s testing something he already knows is his. “You’re the one parading in the kitchen wearin’ nothin’ but my shirt, smelling like my cologne, and looking at me with those damn brown eyes… knowing EXACTLY what that does to me."
Husk's shirt unbuttoned, sliding, swallowing that slender frame and still somehow not enough to cover Alastor. Leo’s fingers hook into the fabric and tug it back up Alastor’s shoulder, only to let it fall again deliberately.
The kettle for their coffee sputters behind them. He ignores it completely.
Leo steps in between Alastor’s knees, spreading them a little wider with a slow push of his hands, claiming the space. He leans down, forehead resting briefly against Alastor’s, breath warm and steady compared to the radio host’s playful giggle. He leaned in, catching Alastor's bottom lip between his teeth for a sharp, promising tug before nuzzling into the column of his throat. The scent of his own soap on Alastor's skin, mixed with something uniquely, maddeningly Alastor, was a potent cocktail.
“If breakfast goes cold,” he adds quietly, lips trailing up toward his jaw, “that’s on you, princess.”
Alastor just smirked smugly. Yes. He knew exactly what he was doing to Leo. Everything he did, every move he made, every flicker of soft bark brown orbs was genetically made to rouse Husker into a fit. He was the mans lethal kryptonite and he loved every second of it.
"I cannot help the very presence of my state makes you feral, darling. Sounds to me like you cannot control yourself. Are you sure you're a man or some stray cat~" The younger man teased with a snoody giggle that said just how much in control the smaller little gremlin truly was. He held the reigns and he was well aware of that one notion. "Mhmm, perhaps I need to leash you, collar you like some unruly hound, sweetheart~" Alastor cooed sweetly.
With the way Husker bared his fangs and dug his claws into his supple flesh? He wasn't really that far off now was he? But he had to admit, every hungry growl, every withering grunt of want and desire just made him needier to be put in his place and claimed by his dear feral Husk~
The bartenders shirt would be flung away, revealing a naked pretty sculpture of slender beauty and pale peanut butter skin. His flesh was still marked from their last romp, shoulders, nipples and navel left red and riddled in bite marks down soft skin.
Brunette curls met salt and peppered ebony tufts when their foreheads gently butted up against one anothers. Alastor would purr softly, letting his eyes fall shut with a flutter of dark lashes. His arms curled around the taller mans bare chest and he'd tug him closer, pressing Husker snug against his fully naked body until their hips met in a gentle rut between them, feeling his lovers manhood poking forwards from under his loose grey sweatpants he hand shoveled on for breakfast. "Mhmm then you shall make it all over for me again~" The brunette whispered, leaning his head back as his soft tender flesh was dappled in heavy sweet kisses.
"But i'm the only meal you need to eat this fine morning. So come then. Fill your mouth with nothing but me~''
