Redhawk Caldera You were lookin' at me [M]

*puts an "m" in the title...*

Elwood didn't know how experienced Finley was in this department, but it seemed as though he was about to find out. Her flirtatious past was a mystery; if he ever learned of it, there would likely be a spark of jealousy within him, but it wasn't something he would fault her for. How could he, when he had been intimate with Grimm?

The Redhawk subordinate was the furthest thing from his mind as Finley showered him with kisses, her mouth slowly descending from his muzzle to his chin to his throat. Elwood shifted his weight, gritting his teeth as a soft moan escaped him; he wasn't making comparisons to Grimm, but if he had, this would have been worlds apart. There was a palpable tension between himself and Finley, a longing that was beyond words.

Gradually, she made her way to his shoulders; though there wasn't much of her that he could reach from their stance, he bowed his head and nipped at her ears. These sensations were new to him, and he nonverbally encouraged her to continue.