Deepwood Weald If you're gonna be the death of me, that's how I want to go

As much as he'd like to keep the playful tone of their interaction, he can't deny the way Midar affects him. He never can, it seems. A faint shiver runs down his spine at the feeling of Midar's teeth in his fur even as he struggles against him, followed by a stronger one when his lover nips him. That's exactly what I was trying to do, He says with a grin, trying (and failing) not to sound as breathless and horny as he feels. A few moments later, he falls limp with a loud huff, eyeing Midar as he leans back against the snow. You need to go on a diet. He tells him teasingly, though his gaze is far from critical as he studies his mate.