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The twitch of muscles the other gave when his tail flicked his rump did not go unnoticed by Rhett, who was intensely satisfied despite the collected countenance he wore. He was spurred to continue. One ear twisted to his former partner in crime (now his second victim) as he proclaimed that there would be wild dance without the formality of a first date. Before he could respond, he was swatted harshly, and his immediate response was a sharp ooo! of delighted surprise.  

"Don't be a tease," he cooed. "You know I like it rough." The pale wolf spoke then, his comical expression of disgust disappearing as he mustered his courage to accuse him of lying, and to suggest the act be stopped. "Who's acting?" He turned to the dark man at his side, leaning so close his hot breath bathed the other's muzzle as his tongue made a flickering appearance between his teeth, threatening a lick, before he turned quickly and prowled toward the man's hind end, dragging his rugged body against him. "Come on, baby, let's show him," he said huskily.

Something - or rather, someone - had to give in this game, and it was not going to be him.