Haunted Wood mountains that are stacked with fear

Oh fUCK. My heart.

Santi originally intended to tease him but now that the male says these things he feels guilty for what he said. His licking stops abruptly and he sits there staring at the back of the others head. “No.” He admits in regard to the other asking if leaving him was fun. All teasing gone from his voice, the single worded reply is stoic.

“I don’t.” He says to the next question, deep voice devoid of any malicious intent. “Lo siento.” He apologizes. “I won’t do it anymore. No matter what.” He says, guilt evident in the way he speaks as he lies his head back down onto the other. The short replies and apology rather out of character for him. He feels like he’s been scolded and it only matters to him for the souls reason that Santi might actually give a fuck about this wolf-dog.