Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

They’re finally able to separate and Uly growls at the feeling of not being inside him. Though he focuses on the coys voice that sounds just there after and he decides he likes the sound of it probably a little too much. He nuzzles back into the other and hums an agreement. Licking the back of his neck and then his muzzle, spotted tongue sliding across whiskered lips. 
Pulling back to give an affectionate smirk at the smaller he chuckles softly. “I surely want to.” He says in reply. Then Uly looks down to the other a bit more seriously. “I want to join you, Merrick.” He says a fiery determination in those porcelain eyes.