Haunted Wood mountains that are stacked with fear

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Santi soaks up the way the smaller reacts when he pressed against him. When the boy asks him the question, he’s barely moving off of him. “If I didn’t want you to I wouldn’t have asked, cariño.” He offers, voice soft as to not scare the boy off. His choice of words sounded rough enough, so he has to soften it up with that deep leathery voice of his. 

Then the other is follows him eagerly as he begins to walk away. It’s not too far till the closest stream. Though with night settling in, a fog rolls in as well as the darkness. He nods for the other to catch up and walk beside him, slowing his gait so as the other can keep up more comfortably. The company between them comfortable as they trek closer to their destination.

Eventually the whisper of a flowing stream is within earshot. Sidling over to the water, Santi lowers his head, black tongue falling out to lap up the clear liquid. They aren’t alone, for fireflies are out tonight, illuminating the fog that blankets the forest floor. They dance along the stream and only catch Santi’s moon like eyes for a minute. Rather those devious hues stick on the male beside him, mouth daring to curl at the ends subtly.