Big Salmon Lake summerlight [m]

Luke shifted to tuck himself further into the embrace, one in which he could lay for hours, spent from their passion and contented by the absent preening. Slowly, his breath steadied, and his panting subsided. As he rested securely against Lasher's chest, his mind wandered a path parallel to his: he thought of the plateau, and of how all the more tempting it was becoming to him. For he, too, felt his lover wind deeper into his heart, past the threshold where many lurked into the sanctuary only a few were permitted.

He rolled and placed himself more so on his back, so that he could gaze up on a face that was already looking to him. He smiled fondly, then lifted a blue-padded paw and gently touched it to the darker man's cheek. "I want to know more about you," he said softly, his silver eyes meeting those of steel blue. They had found themselves trapped in each other's spell and yet neither knew much about the other.