Deepwood Weald Realized I can't not be with you

The tension left his body with a heavy exhale as he felt Alarian's touch. He didn't want to fight either; he just wanted to forget this, at least for right now. He pressed into his lover, closing any space that remained between them and pushed his muzzle into the fur of Alarian's neck. Midar moved his nose up towards his favorite spot behind his lover's ear, stopping to nip gently at few places as he moved. This felt so much better than fighting, and the beast realized then just how much he needed him right now. I love you, he whispered, not even caring how much the words sounded like a plea. All he cared about now was pushing this day from his mind, and there was only one way he knew how to do that.