Bramblepoint The shape of brat pop to come

<3!!

he had fallen into the lulling tongue of peregrine's teeth passing through his fur, as he himself laved his tongue and the tips of his fangs through the black pelt, and had he a guard, it would have come down in this moment. as it was, lasher had erected no such thing -- he allowed the familarity of peregrine's body transport him to a more heated place, but understood when the other pulled away, though the tremble of the panther's flesh beneath his lips was a memory lasher would put aside for a solitary time.

aware of the boundary between them, though he wished to toe the very line, lasher pressed his muzzle to peregrine's cheek. for a moment, he said not a word, merely holding the other's eyes for a long second, and then smiled openly. "this was very diverting. i am glad for the time. shall -- shall we do this again? another day?"