Hoshor Plains [m] soundcheck

Evergreen shifts, and the tone of the embrace changes rapidly. River draws in a quick breath as he adjusts his own position, suddenly very aware of several things; Evergreen's sweet woodsy scent surrounding him, the soft warmth of his belly pressed against his back, the slightly-uneven sound of his own breathing. Nips and playful struggling melt into kisses and nuzzles, gentle preening wherever Winterbourne can reach.
This isn't play anymore, he realizes, half a heartbeat before his mate speaks. The words send a flash of heat through him, something he's never experienced before, but he knows what it is immediately. I... haven't, either, He admits softly, twisting a little to meet Evergreen's gaze. But I want to. He gives him one more kiss, and relaxes into his embrace. I love you.