Big Salmon Lake summerlight [m]

derp im sorry D:

luke pounced upon him; lasher chuckled, resisting only minutely before he gave in to the insistence of his lover's press, and rolled to face upward into the pale and lovely face. he spoke nothing, though his eyes darkened with desire at the sensation of their lower bodies gliding against one another. his own responded and he reached up to tighten his forelegs about luke's shoulders.

"mm, i seem to be pinned," he purled slyly, his tongue darting forth to trace the one pallid cheek. he writhed slowly beneath the silver-eyed man, teeth glinting in a mischievous grin. he rather liked the devil-light in luke's eyes; it was an erotic challenge and sensual answer to the rising desire in his veins.