Haunted Wood with a whisper

Santi cringes and squints his eyes with a grin on his face when the male hits his head on the roof of the hollowed tree. A small bubbling of chuckles slip past his lips and a quick muttering of a slightly teasing–“Damn, cariño. You okay?”

Then as a head is pressed to his neck in affection, his heart might’ve swelled in his breast. The odd feeling still makes his hair stand on end. Ruined ears face toward his mark as those beautiful eyes gaze up to him happily. After not seeing the boy for a bit, the big bad wolf almost swoons at how cute he is.

Finally, Santi gives him a jokingly suspicious look and tilts his head down to him. “Are you sure, Clarence?” He prods at the boys defenses in hopes of forcing a confession as to why Santi hasn’t seen him in some time. Or maybe he’s just having Clarence withdrawals and it really hasn’t been all too long.

Then he lies down onto the soiled, grimy forest floor. Knowing he’s too big to fit beneath the tree with the other man, he’ll happily sit in the rain to speak with him.

“Just wanted to see you.” He replies sweetly, accent rich and voice smooth with affection. Half-lidded, silver moons gaze to him tenderly.