Kildeer Rest chhod gaye balam mujhe

one more touch was all it took. the match struck, the fuse lit. burning like a torch, aditya lifted his head to suddenly clamp down on alarian's nape with his teeth, holding him gently but firmly between his jaws. he rose, unsteady on his paws, pressing his body against the smaller man's. the positioning was slightly askew, and not quite ideal, but all he could focus on was the blood pounding in his ears, hot and loud. 

"what do i deserve?" adi growled against alarian's fur in his mouth, breath coming short. his pelvis bucked, involuntarily, hard against the other's hips, his desire swelling between them. 

in a different world and time, one where things made sense, aditya would be home, quietly minding the borders. this was not that world. this was a world where his mate fucked random men, and where he had the pleasure--he snorted aloud--of watching her do so. well, if she got to fuck others. . .then so could he.

"do you want me?" he asked, tone more a demand than a question. he pressed further against alarian, a whine escaping his lips. he wrapped his forelegs against the slim frame. so tiny, like a woman's. fur warm beneath his. in this moment, he couldn't have named alarian; the body beneath him was suddenly nameless, an amalgamation of his fantasies, all he had wanted for so many moons. 

he squeezed, impatient, waiting for the inevitable yes. for the lover must want him, too. . .right?