The bartender couldn’t hold back a slightly drawn-out moan, his blush darkening dramatically, claws digging into the other’s hips as his grip tightened. He buried his face in the werewolf’s shoulder, something he tended to do when he was embarrassed.
“S-Stop that…” He whined, before whimpering slightly at the scratch.
Howl gave a pleased hum from the response, kicking his leg backwards to close the door so the kids didn't come in. He didn't stop, continuing his ministrations at the base of the man's tail as he gave small kisses and nips at the other's neck and ear.









