Kildeer Rest chhod gaye balam mujhe

Aditya was not gentle— and Alarian was not disappointed. He sucked in a breath as the golden wolf pressed against him, searching, and expelled it just as quickly as he brought them together. This was— different. Not at all like it had been with Samothes or Outlander. It was more intense, somehow.
Maybe he only imagined it that way. Breathless and trembling, all he could do was focus on holding Aditya's weight— a daunting task when he could feel his limbs weakening. As quickly as his lover peaked, Alarian managed to beat him there; a quiet, shuddering affair as it always was. For a beat, he thought he might collapse, and lamented having an obvious thing for guys multiple times his size.
But Aditya was careful; exhausted, still trembling softly and trying to calm his breathing, he found a surprising swell of gratitude for it. A shiver trailed down his spine as he felt the golden wolf's warm breath against his ear, heard his chuckle. Oh... Alarian swallowed hard, realizing quite suddenly as Aditya spoke that he was in over his head.
It was, He managed, shy but warm, and turned his head to dot soft, tentative kisses along the other male's muzzle. A hot flush was spreading through his ears and cheeks, and as the afterglow slowly faded he was beginning to remember the reasons to regret this. But for the moment, it didn't matter; right now, Alarian felt wanted.