Sunset Valley love makes hunters of us all [m]

his own heart picks up at the coyness in the man's expression, and he wonders if perhaps he isn't so oblivious after all. his skin prickles with a sudden ache for touch, and it takes considerable effort to still himself. the stranger's comment draws another chuckle from him, this time slightly strained. he stretches out slowly, urged on by the other's expression, and reaches deliberately for one of the man's forelegs with little regard for consequences. there is a tension to his movements, an air about him that almost seems to beg the other for a harsh response — but, should his touch be allowed, he only delivers a brief nip; hardly enough to sting. his heart races at his own vulnerable position, at the anticipation of teeth in his flesh, but he makes no move to evade whatever the male may do.