Altar of Twilight valacirca

There was something thrilling about the closeness. His skin was abuzz, his heart fluttering. There was nothing sexual to it, just the sheer comfort of physical contact with a wolf he had a totally serious adult crush on. He pushed his nose further into the thick fur of Alastor's neck, relishing in the smell of him. The promise that he would return just filled Aesop with the warm fuzzies, and he was grinning like a sap when he pulled away. Then I should let you go. Then you'll be back sooner, he suggested, feeling very childish and very alive for it. I don't want to hold you back, Aesop added, and unbeknownst to even him, he meant both at the present and in the long run.