Sunset Valley love makes hunters of us all [m]

the air feels thick and hot in his lungs as he pants under the man, locked in place and trembling slightly under his weight. his attempts at snapping die off as the stranger positions himself above him with another rumble, hips flush against his backside. anticipation races through his veins, impatience forcing a harsh breath through his nose as his tail sweeps aside to allow him access. but even as the man withdraws and comes forward with another thrust, no true contact is made; almost as if he... doesn't know what he's doing. just his luck. he bites back a frustrated whine, arching and shifting to help the other find his mark; it wouldn't be the first time he's been another man's first, nor the last, he's certain.