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

He liked the way the boy's jaws worked at the loose fur at his neck, and then further down his side.  His lip and brow both quirked upwards and he let his breath slip from between the parted ebony at the front of his maw.

He carefully lifted a leg to reveal his sheath and, from that, the member that had begun to show.  His burnished golden gaze lingered upon the stranger with a question, although not expectantly.