Jade Fern Grove Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness

The question brought him from his relaxed, almost trance-like state. A warm, peaceful feeling began to spread through him; it was something he couldn't remember ever feeling before, but he was beyond caring to find out where it came from right now, glad to feel something other than pain and coldness for now. I'll give you whatever you would like, he answered softly against the other man's fur. And it was mostly the truth, barring only a few certain things he could promise no one, not even his lover. He continued grooming behind Alarian's ear, stopping to draw in the other man's scent before moving down a little to the side of his neck, feeling mysteriously euphoric. Alarian's scent and the warmth of his body along the beast's were intoxicating enough on their own, but Midar seemed hyper-aware of both things right now, especially as the throbbing from his wounds was dulled enough that it didn't dominate his thoughts anymore.