Deepwood Weald the dirty [m]

WARNING - suggestive. Very.

Well, this certainly hadn't been something Tuvaq had thought he would be into, but actually? There was something nice about being so under someone else's control. Normally, Tuvaq had been the one on top in his escapades - women had been his primary focus - but he had been on the receiving end (lol) more than once. But never like this. 

The blond wolf leaned into the vampire with a soft sigh. He was feeling a little dizzy - perhaps a mixture of blood loss and arousal - but it certainly was not unpleasant. 

Much to his delight, the larger wolf did not immediately push him away, and Tuvaq pressed his back against the other's side. "You aren't gonna get me all excited for nothing, are you?" he asked, voice a low rasp as he looked up at the red-eyed wolf over his shoulder.