Deepwood Weald the dirty [m]

Excited? For what? The tease brought a smirk to Tuvaq's face and he brushed further against the larger wolf, tail giving a single thump against his thigh. It seemed the snowy wolf wanted to play, and Tuvaq did very much enjoy games.

"Oh, it's such a mystery," he responded in a near purr, playful sarcasm imbedded in his words. His hips rolled just slightly as he slid them beneath his companion, hazel eyes cutting back toward him. 

But it was fairly clear that the vampire wanted him to say what he wanted, so Tuvaq smirked, maintaining eye contact over his shoulder. "I'm just saying, if you want to fuck me, you'd better do it quick, pretty boy." He scanned him over, assessing their size. "Or I could do you. Either way."