Grouse Thicket drinking at a playground, tequila for one

Everything felt smoothe and delicious, and Bruges forgot completely about the plans he'd had in mind for this Redhawk member, and simply lost himself in the moment. All thoughts about tooling with his brother's mind left, and he was able to throw himself completely into the current situation and tsunami of sensations. Any pre-conceived notions he'd had about fooling around with a stranger went straight out the window as she lipped at his ear, causing him to chuckle softly; her soft touch tickled him slightly, but the sensation was fabulous. 

He tilted his chin back as she trailed her touch down along the side of his jaw and the side of his neck, and he felt his hind foot twitch slightly, the way a dog's will when you scratch just the right spot. He couldn't help himself, then, and was possessed by an unstoppable need for more. "Want you," He murmured, reaching back to groom the soft spot just between her shoulder blades. He wanted to grab the loose fur and skin there, and hold her against him, but he couldn't give into that sort of urge. Any false move might tip her off, so he kept his touch gentle and inviting.