Fairspell Meadow saffron's curse [m]

He thought all he had had been drawn from him earlier, had not thought it possible he find release again. But at the culmination of their union he broke along with Lasher, his own breathy moan entwining with the other man's. The two bodies shuddered against each other, his muzzle pressed into the dark furs of Lasher's nape as he gritted his teeth through an even stronger climax than the one before. At length he held his lover, savoring the most intimate of contact until the last surges of tidal pleasure receded from the shores of his senses, leaving him washed in utter contentment and wanting for breath.

Luke withdrew slowly. He was exhausted in the most beautiful way, and presently could do not but sit beside Lasher as his breath gradually steadied. He leaned against him with a soft smile of his own, with his cheek rested against his lover's neck.