Haunted Wood Another Chance

Santiago leans his head back just a tad to see the other clearly and take in the younger as a whole. Those alabaster eyes can’t seem to leave Clarence’s eyes. Absolutely loving the way he shyly looks to the side and exhales softly out his nose. Those blood red eyes gaze expectantly up into his own and Santi might’ve felt his heart make room for an extra beat. It almost makes him sweat, especially when he purposely acknowledges how he could be feeling at this moment.

“Not at all, lindo.” He says sensually back, voice barely above a whisper. His usual Spanish lilt softening due to the whisper. 

A different type of smirk than the monochromatic wolf is known for reaches his face, a sweeter one, devoid of malicious intent or mockery. He inches his face closer and a blacked tongue flicks out to lick over the whiskers, nose, and lips of the others muzzle. The action is languid, unrushed as those eyes usually so full of mischief gaze kindly upon the other.