Deepwood Weald Realized I can't not be with you

Relief washes over him when Midar's embrace tightens, and he releases a heavy breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. A soft, breathy whine slips from him as Midar begins his trail of affection up and down his neck, but he finds himself... distracted. Maybe a little dissatisfied. Even his lover's normally soothing touch can't quite dispel his anxiety, it seems. He sucks in a breath, heart skipping a little with nerves as he leans into Midar and murmurs, You don't always have to be so gentle. I won't break, The implication is heavy in his tone, though he refrains from voicing his request outright just yet, instead hoping his mate will take the glaring hint. He just needs a distraction from his turmoil.