Haunted Wood Suck Shit and Try to Die

There was a time for him to notice things that caused fire to spread through his limbs and even in his anger Valour knew this was where it sourced from. Sliding down the silver face he caught the swipe of pink across closed lips and swallowed thickly suddenly aware of the tickling against his whiskers and the closeness that teased the tension. Nostrils flaring quickly as he exhaled in soft quick bursts the reply caught him off guard just as much Clay leaning in and-

Oh man..

Suddenly there's nothing else in the world. No Nightwalkers and no ranks. The sensation of Clay's gentle touch trailing along his skin was unlike anything he'd ever felt before and he was helpless against the slow shiver that ran down his body prying the softest of sighs from his mouth. Looking down dazed and taken by surprise the fire burned hotter as the man explored his skin trailing down his neck. Mind spinning in circles there wasn't time for him to put mucu thought into why Clay had stopped and was looking at his wound. Blinking he opened his mouth starting to mutter something about being attacked when he was silenced once again. Pain quick and fierce where Abaddon had bitten him had a loud growl tear from his throat cut short by the unexpected sound of pleasure from Clay. All at once he came undone and lowered his maw to clay's shoulder lips and fangs preening the fur and murmuring the only thing his brain would provide to him through the chaos of hormone and emotion "shit...Clay."