Luneshale Pass colina

soto’s ear flicks back as he hears her fall in step behind him. 

bueno. 

they stop at a lush patch of grass and he has barely pointed to it before leto pounces upon it. her body slips into the seams of green effortlessly, the tuck of her belly exposed —

oh, he feels it then. the sharp bite of aching hunger as his eyes travel her whole body unabashed. 

but soto likes tension, he likes feeding the snaking line and watching it ebb back to him. he likes the sense of things being taut, held against and away from him —

she’s sexy. its her fur, he decides. it’s so different than the ragtag pelt of his kin. lush and soft like lazy clouds over a still lake. 

he wishes juarez hadn’t gotten to her first. 

soto watches her expression, her eyes, her body language. it all indicates a gentle peace. 

he smiles again, knowing this batch might be his best work yet. 

that knowledge is almost worth a rough fucking in the grass.