Hideaway Strath lust

Kyn’s ears shift in the other man’s direction. A smile comes to his lips at what he hears. 

“And to yours.” He offers back mischievously. 

Kyn closes into him, taking a single step closer, crowding him silently. It’s time for goodbyes, so the brindle eyes him down with a clear invitation in his golden orbs. 

“Have to check on my pups, but please, come find me again, darling.” He purrs back. Moving around the smaller to brush against his hip before moving in the opposite direction. A silent look back to him riddled in mischief — promiscuous. Come find me again.