King Elk Forest born under a bad sign

He was a total stranger, and yet so receptive and willing for his touch. He was almost dumbfounded by him, had it not been for the warmth the boy inflared within him. He continues his ministrations, licking, nipping, touching, until the boy began to pull away. Given the stranger's constant insistence he was surprised, until he saw the silent words in the boy's eyes once more. Miraak smiled, his eyes with the slow burn of lust behind them. He kissed the boy again, moving forward and leaving a trail as he sought his narrow hips. He slung a foreleg over his back, raising himself upwards and leaning his weight upon the pale wolf. This, He bit the boy's scruff, harsh for a moment before lapping the bite marks. Is what you want, yes?