Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

for a long moment, taltos thought that luke would not reciprocate, but his fears were unfounded. luke lowered his muzzle, and pressed him in an embrace, one lasher returned with searching kisses, his lips trailing along what part of the pallid jaw he could reach. it had been quite some time since he had lain with another; blue willow and the passion lurking beneath her polite exterior sated his need for feminine attention ... but his body still called hungrily for the touch of a male.

he urged luke to cover him, to drape the warm white silk over his own dark form as he had before, his forelegs reaching up as far as was possible to run gently along the other's shoulders.