Dragoncrest Cliffs Beryl [M]

The second she snaked away from him, he started to ache at the absence already with a pining scrunch of his face. He didn't have time to dismay for long, and neither did he even have a chance to go after her.  Her rump was invitingly close to his chin before he knew it. It felt like a single motion, but he nipped light over her tail and swung up his first forelimb. To her words, he huffed; a challenge, then, although he'd take no offense. Why brag now? His actions would have to do. "You'll see," he smirked, because of course he was confident in his craft. After a lustful, low rumble in his throat, and he began to gather himself up while threading his teeth lightly, teasingly, along her spine.

She was petite, and he was.. not, so he was careful with his whole self as he steadied up behind her and should she have it, pulled her close into the embrace all at once -- from there, it took little to bring them together. He knew what he was doing, even if his last lover had been more.. ah, rugged, but be it the hormones or his heart, he thought this felt right.. and so perfect and overwhelming that it sent him gasping into her furs for a beat as he'd start slow. He'd simply decided to take his odds with what may come of this.. all after assuming she felt the same the second she put her tail under his nose. May or may not, he knew he would stand beside her and they'd see it through. For now, though, much of that began to fall away. The cold, the winter, the pack, and all else.. right now, it all didn't seem to matter.