Blacktail Deer Plateau rowan [m]

C'est parfait, mon amie! (Practicing my French now that Tyler's taking it... lol...)

Hearing his profession of love echoed back at him made Peregrine all the more eager to pleasure Lasher. He put forth his best effort, even if the whole thing was rather strange. Perhaps it was an acquired taste. It didn't even matter to him, though. What mattered was that he was finally giving back to the man in his life and that gave him a sensation of fulfillment bordering on ecstasy. Who knew giving head could feel so good?

Afterward, Peregrine felt like he had no worries in the world. He curled tightly around Lasher, murmuring sweet nothings in his ear and preening his coat with his tongue. Between his words and actions, he had never before felt so bonded to his lover. He was perfectly content and fell asleep with his neck curled securely around Lasher's and the taste of his lover still lingering on his tongue.