Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

for all his passion and the experienced, heated kisses of his mouth, luke's nervousness surged to the fore. eyes soft with soothing affection, lasher ran his tongue along the other's ashen jawline. "it is a method of bringing pleasure at which i am ... skilled." he was not one for vanity, but in this instance, taltos knew of his abilities. "you need only lie still." however, he made no move to press the issue; he nuzzled luke gently, hoping to assuage whatever fears the other might have, though he did intend to satisfy the pallid wolf's curiosity. 

they were equals in their desire; luke's scent mingled with the heady scent of crushed flowers rising about them. it was intoxicating, and presently the dark ears swept back as he drew near once more, unable to end the contact with the handsome beast, and nipped luke's shoulder softly.