Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

Warning - sexual thoughts. 

A delighted laugh escaped the boy when his companion played along rather than getting upset at their proximity. Paws - big and clumsy like his own - came up around his neck and Acheron was pulling him down, teeth connecting with his chest. For just a few moments, Tuvaq was relaxed and playful, not really afraid of hurting the other boy but still being so, so careful not to - just in case. 

The blond mouthed at Acheron's ears, letting out eager, playful growls intermitted by laughter. When was the last time he'd played like this? Tuvaq wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was enjoying this time with Acheron far more than he'd enjoyed being alone. 

He hadn't realized how much he needed this type of interaction before now. Having been severely hypersexualized before, it tended to leech on him, made him crave it like some kind of drug. Even now, it tugged on the back of his mind, reminding him of their position - the vulnerability of it all. Passing his tongue over Acheron's ear, afraid he'd nipped it too hard, he leaned back and tipped his head to the side. "Hey, spots, mind if I ask you something?" he began, not putting his weight on the other boy as he looked down at him.