Phantom Hollow The ghost of you is close to me

He moved his muzzle through Alarian's fur, stirring up his scent and inhaling; he did it as often as he could, like an addict taking what he needed to survive. But, he paused his movements at his lover's apology. Why are you sorry? he asked, confused. Midar resumed his task, moving down his neck to offer gentle nips to whatever skin he reached under the fur. He could almost forget his worries over his lover's recent state while he was here curled around him and drinking in his scent. It was often like that when they were together, like they created some secret little world outside of time and space where nothing mattered except them.