Larksong Grotto Living in a glass house

It started with a shiver -- a nervous quake that spread though Reek's extremities at a slow and steady pace like a whisper carried on a light breeze. As she moved closer into Reek's welcome embrace, he found himself spirited away on the call of her scent and enthralled by the touch of her fur against his. He could practically feel themselves intertwine, side by side. Two lost souls reaching out to each other for balance. There were those Reek had found connection with in the past, but Vuk was different. He felt themselves to be more than just kindred spirits -- they shared the same sorrowful soul, split by the thin stretch of air that separated them, begging to become one. Reunited in intimacy.

And so he stood, thrumming with arousal, but Reek had learned from his mistakes. He did not let desire take him, not yet. He moved slow, letting his teeth nibble sensually at the fur behind her ear.