Larksong Grotto Living in a glass house

He continued his careful ministrations: teeth and tongue gently pulling at Vuk's tangled scruff. It was there he wished to linger until the end of time, but eventually she slipped away. As she pulled away from his touch, Reek's body tensed with fear. Would she react the same as she had before? Had he, yet again, crossed the line into unwanted territory? He studied her face as she looked back at him and could see the answer in the depths of her beautful turquoise eyes. Her expression was one of want, of lust -- Reek's gaze mirrored her own, and now, he walked the mirrors edge with desire.

With distance between them, Reek nearly begged for her touch, but before he could muster even a whisper she returned, trailing her muzzle across his jawline. With lips parted and eyes shut, Reek exhaled. On that breath, the lingering tension was swept away from his body. "I want you," spoke Reek, half between a murmer and a moan. "I've wanted you for God knows how long." He tried to practice restraint, but failed. Vuk had ensnared him the moment their sad eyes met.