Kildeer Rest chhod gaye balam mujhe

Truth be told, he had expected Aditya to crumble further— once more it was proven that Alarian didn't know shit. He felt teeth around his scruff, and submitted immediately to what he expected would be a warning; again, he was wrong. Finally he understood when he registered the weight of the golden wolf against his back, felt his fur mingling warmly with his own, and rose slightly to meet the embrace. He was not being attacked; he was being claimed.
Electricity shot through his veins, his breath hitching at Aditya's first question. For a moment, he thought about stopping him— somehow, he was certain he could. The buck of hips against his own sent another flash through him, taking with it any notion of stopping. A soft, throaty whine slipped from slightly-parted lips, tail sweeping aside instinctively.
Yes, Barely a beat passed between the second question and its breathless answer, fading into another muted whine. Heat pulsed through him, slower and more intense than the frantic pulsing of his heart. The air fully abandoned his lungs at the feeling of forelimbs tightening around him, prompting a half-gasped plea: Please.