Wapun Meadow It Just Sticks (M)

Dakarai laughed again as Engel batted his eyes at him like a flirtatious female, managing to actual look like one for a few seconds. "Aye...yes those eyes" he growled softly, his electric gaze darkening slightly. It didn't seem to matter to him anymore that this was another man nearby, or at least it didn't matter to his body. As Engel stepped nearer he felt the familiar gut tightening wave of heat he'd always gotten when trying to seduce Olive for one of their passionate nights.

Engel reassured him he was no devil before Dakarai realized what he was doing he whispered "Diabhal" in his home tongue, Irish for demon. It wasn't meant in a bad way though, it only made the tight feeling in his gut grow. Engel asked him a very suggestive question and Dakarai closed the distance between them in a quick bound, leaning in and placing a few quick nibbles to the side of his neck before pressing his muzzle to engel's ear "I think I'd like that yes. Though perhaps you'd let me see if my attentions work on men as they do on women?" His deep voice had deepened into a husky growl, breath tickling the sensitive fur along the inside of Engel's ear.