The Sentinels i can't think of any cool witty titles i'm sorry [M]

they both were playing with fire, chasing each other around the edges. Casmir had begun to lose his reason; his caresses and kisses were becoming more and more frenzied, his eyes gone dark with pleasure and desire. he did think of Behati, and it was with guilt, but the urgings of his young, unfulfilled body were far greater. Aria did not speak, but pushed him to greater heights of longing with her soft whines, her gentle voice, and he allowed his feral want to take over him. 

he circled around her, thrusting his muzzle against her hip and nipping her there if she would allow. though he was but a boy, and the promise of children still many months away, his body desired that which came to the junction there, though he looked to Aria, to see if she understood, to see if she wished it also.