Cedar Sweep I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room

Artok was nursing muscles that hadn't been used in such a manner as nights prior. But it was a gentle burn and ache, that he both enjoyed and endured. He and the youth had parted ways and he had thought nothing else of it, moving on with his life. He hadn't even gotten the youths name. Would he revisit the gentle ministrations lathered upon him in his dreams certainly, would he revisit his own line in the plot, gladly.

He had traipsed from his borders not far, when the scent hit him like a ton of bricks. He knew it now as well as he knew his own, and it clung to the trees and grass, near his home, though it never crossed his borders.

He followed it, and a low whine informed him someone was near. He turned golden eyes towards the sound, and eyes alighted upon his night time lover. He lifted a brow, and moved closer, wondering what they youth was doing so close to his home. He didn't mind exactly, he was just curious. He kept his body lose and opening.