Duskfire Glacier [m] diet mountain dew

brow lifted, the flicker of amusement in his sharp gaze betraying the gruff set of his jaw. lover boy? the words rolled slow off his tongue, low and edged with something unreadable.
he wasn’t sure what to make of that. of her.
his past was no secret, nor was the fact that he had never been a man to linger too long in another's embrace. yet here she was, whispering his name like it was something precious, something sacred. my faust. the way she said it, claimed him without hesitation, without doubt—it sent a strange heat curling in his gut.
his paw tangled loosely in her fur, a touch neither urging nor stopping her. just feeling her. testing the weight of her devotion, the way she mapped him out like he was some great discovery.
his voice, when it came, was a grumble, half-scoff, half-breath. you always talk this much? but he didn’t pull away. no, he let her continue, let her have him, in this way at least.