Broken Boulder may i first just say i'm sorry

Alarian allowed himself to feel comforted, if only momentarily, by Ulf's acceptance of his affections. He was uncertain what drove them, but knew he needed this— needed him, perhaps. But maybe anyone would have sufficed. It wasn't something he could decide now, at any rate.
Nightmares, He explained, voice barely more than a whisper, at the wolfdog's question. Noticing his friend's lowered posture, he ducked his head to plant several delicate kisses under his chin; for one so unfamiliar with the dominance system, submission came naturally to Alarian. Though, the boy had never truly bothered with it until recently. He only did now because he wanted Ulf to know he held ultimate power in their dynamic. It would have been too easy to take advantage of the wolfdog, he thought— and if he could help it, he would never allow it to happen.