Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

Lasher rose to his paws and beckoned Luke to him. But the white wolf intended that Lasher wait further still for his release, and as he too rose to his paws he stepped to his companion's side. He oh so slowly drew himself down one side of the other man's body, earthen fur blending with arctic as he brushed his muzzle along the other wolf's spine. He periodically teased his spine with a light nip, then trailed a line of firmer ones along Lasher's flank.

Here he paused, and pressed his nose against his companion at length. Desire burned within him again, a flame hotter than the one previous. He had meant to tease the other man for longer, but he was captivated by the moment and had mounted Lasher before he could think on it. He pulled their hips together with passionate need. What little experience he had he called on, to coax his lover over the same precipice that he had been so skillfully taken to earlier.

Slowly and tenderly first, then fervently and with abandon he bid Lasher to break.