Morningside Cuesta didn't ask too many questions, didn't have too much to say

Oh. It wasn't like he had never been asked to do that, but— ahhhh! Alarian hesitated only a moment, then slowly took his preening down through the male's fur. Softly, he obliged the stranger's unspoken request; for a beat he worried about how exposed they were. Out in the open like this— what if they were caught by someone?
The fear washed away with his own growing lust, giving way to a rising impatience. Whether it was because somewhere, subconsciously, he knew he needed to return, or simply because he was thirsty as hell would likely never come to light. Probably both, honestly.