Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

haha not at all!!!

luke's pleasure brought lasher a sense of pride; when the man's muscles loosened and he lay back in the verdant blades, delight evident upon his face, taltos rejoined with a low laugh of his own. the virility of his lover -- for the pale wolf was that now -- had been tasted, but the ecru beta found that he wished to explore more of the lithe body. luke moved toward him, and lasher returned a flick of his tongue across the other's cheek. 

the inexperience of the younger wolf was a point of intrigue to lasher; here was a wolf willing to learn the artistry with which he embraced the bodies of his lovers. after all, julien had been a masterful teacher. taltos rather liked the fumbling passion of a young creature unused to the ministrations guided by skill.

gathering himself to his paws, his body tense with need, cursed with desire, lasher beckoned luke toward the stance of his braced and waiting body -- to be covered, loved, that would be his release.