Bramblepoint Okay, let's see what this thing can do.

Stark hadn't entertained many notions of just enjoying himself since arriving in the Wilds. It had been one issue after another, one crisis after another, and since Octavia's passing, he'd wanted an outlet to lose himself in and the herbs were a good one but left him too dazed to feel properly functional. Maybe blowing off some steam this way would be the better option. As the still-unnamed male approached him Stark reached out, nipping along his jaw teasingly before they broke out towards some body of water the other dark male had in mind. 

He was presented with the view of his hips swaying, teasing a little, and Stark didn't care who topped this round (already he had hopes it was worth it, maybe he'd make a habit of sneaking down to the area more often) he'd still appreciate the view. He got closer, nudging his flank every so often, mostly as a reminder and to get more of his scent. The promise of some fun had Stark already eager and the distinct scent of male was so different than females - Stark appreciated it all the same. "You've promised one hell of a ride," Stark teased with a grin. "I hope you make good on that."