Ankyra Sound you're appealing to emotions that i simply do not have

He sighs softly into Midar's fur, finding it easy to stifle the nagging murmur at the back of his mind that says he will regret this. The nip draws a faint gasp from him, simultaneously sending another shiver down his spine; this time, though, the feeling is completely different. A soft, breathless whine slips through slightly-parted lips as he presses closer still, relaxing fully and angling his head slightly to allow his lover better access. His skin feels aflame in each place the swarthy man touches him, and somehow he feels both fogged and more clear of mind than he's ever been.
He's hyper-aware of each breath, each small movement, each burning point of contact; yet he feels almost drunk on the sensations, trembling as he leans into his lover with racing heart and sluggish thoughts. He's aware of little else, too focused on the way Midar feels pressed against him, the warmth of his midnight fur and the smooth ripple of muscle underneath. He could stay like this forever, he's certain. The world could fall away around them and he would still only have eyes for the man beside him. The realization is almost uncomfortable, but he files it away for now; there will be plenty of time to figure out what it all means later (not that he will).