Kintla Flatlands [m] so please don't take me for no fool

The rejection he half-expects never comes; Kratos doesn't seem to mind his inexperience, or if he does, it doesn't show. Zephyr's confidence grows as the affection is returned, teeth harsh against his mate's skin as his desire kindles fully. Some kisses of his own are scattered throughout, too, but he finds himself craving something different than what his first encounter had offered. He wants passion and heat, a fire that only Kratos can sustain against his own iciness. The experience is new, but his wants are unmistakable to him now that he's had a taste of it.