Sunset Valley love makes hunters of us all [m]

the low rumble sends a shiver down his spine, heat spreading through his body as he takes in the stranger's posture, the dangerous glitter in his gaze. he realizes immediately that he is no longer in control of their game, and the thought sends a thrill through him. the role of predator suits him, he thinks, but it has been far too long since he has allowed himself to submit. a shame, really; he's always enjoyed the risk. he offers only a smirk to the man's words, though he wouldn't have had time to respond anyway. in the next moment, he feels contact; teeth in his scruff, weight against him. his breath quickens and he gasps slightly, twisting in a token show of resistance but knowing he has no real chance at escape; the stranger has the advantage of size and weight — and a willing victim. so he takes the opportunity to press more of himself to the man, shifting in an attempt to press his hips into the curve of his waist and snapping at whatever he can reach.