Larksong Grotto evil is an act, not an appetite

he sighs softly as derg settles against him, melting into his affection. he tucks himself closer, shivering a little at the feeling of teeth in his neck fur. the question brings him another moment of pause. "better than i have in awhile," he murmurs, gaze tracing the other's features with helpless attraction. "what about you?" he presses his nose into derg's fur, enjoying his warmth and scent for a moment before settling his head against him. it's been some time since he's slept with another like this — and truth be told, he doesn't know when he'll get the opportunity again, so he intends to enjoy every moment of this.