Sleepy Fox Hollow [m] mafic ii

colosseum was not a subtle creature—

but with selenia, he moved like smoke curling over coals.

she flicked her plume, offered another kick—not threat, but ritual—and he grinned, breath flaring with the dust her heels stirred. his muscles rolled beneath his hide as he followed, slower now, savoring the game for what it was.

her scent clung to him. sharp, sweet, unbearable.

he watched the way her body trembled beneath her teasing. the way her canter faltered just slightly, her control fraying thread by golden thread.

he surged forward, but not to overtake. not yet.

just enough for her to feel him behind her—
that towering press of presence, the rhythm of hoofbeats syncing to hers.

when he drew close again, he reached—not with teeth, not with force, but with breath, a whisper of warmth along her flank, a graze of muzzle where her skin was softest.