Hushed Willows Bugs Outside, Wolves Inside

Teagan was, perhaps, both a jerk and a heartbreaker. He wasn't a complete asshole; more like one with a hidden heart of gold. He was often misunderstood, and Teag, being himself, decided that it was easier to just be what they expected him to be, than to fight it. After all, to be honest, if he fought it, then he would lose his bad boy image and pretty much all his lovers, which, was not something he wanted. About heartbreaking, Teagan had quite some flings, with both genders and more, and well, as he's single now, you can see that none of them turned out well. Yeah, experienced heartbreaker right here. Hello, hi, wanna hook up? You'll get a free heart broken. Awesome!

 

"Dude, hotguy sounds absolutely awesome. Why the fuck did I not think about this before? I mean, seriously. Mate, you're a fucking genius." Teagan laughed softly, shaking his head, green eyes glittering with mischievousness and mirth. "Shut up, Tricky," he shoved the raven furred wolf gently, obviously playful. "Call me Bobby once more, and I'll -" here he licked his lips and winked. "You know what."

"Babe, you know you want me. I'm everybody's type. Literally." A smile, a genuine smile found its way to the playboy's face when Trick made kissy noises and spoke of perfection, then muttered that he was cold. "Oh, sweetheart, I'll warm your sweet ass up in no time," he said, a devilish smirk plastered on his angular features. Teagan had now reached Trick's hips and nipped it half gently and half roughly before descending to his tail, tugging at the dark fur with his teeth teasingly. 

Then he moved away, removing all contact.