he turned, surprised and breathless by peregrine's intentions. he had given the devil pleasure for some time now, but this was odd. different, in a salacious way that set lasher's form afire, his ribcage swelling with lustful breaths in the panther's embrace. but the other stopped himself, and the giddy sensations sweeping taltos' body soon ceased. leaning into peregrine's caresses, he gave a low sound of pleased ardor, though what he truly craved was the leader's complete domination of his earthen body.
lasher had no commentary, merely swung his muzzle back to gaze at peregrine with a mixture of muffled desire and understanding. he let his eyes fall meaningfully toward the juncture of flank and hip on his lover; he would still provide peregrine with that which he had given thus far, if the ebon male wished that. but his features were soft with love, with open invitation to be used or to grant whatever it was the devil needed.