Hoshor Plains Never in the daylight

He could feel a soft flare of warmth spread throughout his body; a gentle hum of desire.
He stopped his cleaning of Donovan when he leaned in, talking low.
His eyes watched him, waiting for his intention.

Donovan's tongue brushed across his neck. So vulnerable, yet he wanted it. He wanted to let himself be exposed to this man. He trusted him completely.
He swallowed, feeling the graze of canines against the bob of his throat.
Soon, he drew away again, smoothing over his fur again.

"I can't wait," he replied in his own low, soft tone. It was true, he didn't think he could.