Emberwood (MATURE MATURE MATURE) Alarm clocks Screaming, Monsters calling my name

They continue to lock eyes and the smile on the males ruined face catches his canary hues, but not in a bad way. No, he loves the idea of torn flesh and ragged scars leftover from a fight teetering in life or death. It’s what he lives for. He’s coming closer, nibbling into Donovan’s jawline and skimming down the rest of his well muscled form. He likes the direction he’s heading. When he gets behind his shoulder and closer to the bottom of his ribs, he tucks his chin to glance a curious eye back. 

He catches the mysterious man just before he dips his head beneath his body and give experimental licks to his sheath. Oh. He’s got his attention now and it seems this wolf is not just a flirt, perhaps he’s just as serious as Donovan is.

He rumbles lowly, the sound reverberating through his chest as he too turns. Taking a flat black tongue on the meaty portion of Memories thigh, he keeps his eyes on the male as he shamelessly noses over his tail. If the other allows it, he’d give a few tantalizing licks to the area of interest.