Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

Hope I didn't write too much. Sorry if I did. Giggity! haha.

He was burning, but yet he shivered as Lasher's mouth worked its way down. His breaths were unsteady with anticipation, and his heart drummed quickly in his chest. He had leaned forward so that he may watch his companion, eyes dancing with inquisitive wonder. But when the earthen man settled at his hips and began to ply his skill, the white wolf's head was thrown back as he drew a sharp breath.

He was instructed he only need lie still, but he found he could not. It was exquisite torture. Luke shifted and shuddered beneath Lasher's practiced tongue. Although his mind was dizzied with pleasure, a lace of frustration was tied in his moan when he, about to leap from a floating precipice, was pulled back from its edge. Frustration not from the prolonging of the inevitable, but because he could not touch his companion in this moment. When he thought he could take no more, felt his blood heavy and body tensed as it moved to the ledge again, Lasher bid him to jump. It seemed he fell forever, then landed on a soft cloud spent and grinning.

"Can I keep you?" he asked between shaky, softly laughing breaths as he collected himself. He moved to the other man then, still grinning. "I think I owe you a release, now," he said as his playfully licked Lasher's nose. "However you prefer." His eyes glinted impishly and his tail swished across the ground.