bear necessity

Tyrian’s smile didn’t make Lachlan feel ashamed of his overwhelming blush, he liked that he could make him smile so brightly by just being himself. His expression changed slightly after Lach agreed reluctantly, but the mention of a second date sent his heart beating against his chest. He was going to need a nap after all of this. The bleeding over his face had yet to truly stop, and it wouldn’t be long before he’d be blinking back blood once more. Though he was slightly disappointed in the turn of events he was more than consoled with the promise of the future. Another date, and Lachlan would be looked after with great care under Tyrian’s watch.

”I think that I could allow it this time,” he admitted shyly as he pulled himself to his own pale paws, squinting slightly out of the eye covered in blood. Still, he couldn’t help the playful grin that played on his rusty features, nor the way his gaze lingered on the King and his impressive form. ”We should, I wouldn’t want to bleed all over our dinner.” Our dinner. Lachlan was already speaking of them in the plural and he went and made himself blush.

Tyrian made it clear that he wouldn’t be run off easily despite Lachlan’s inexperience, his lack of grace, and the way he tripped over his words. Somehow after all of that he’d still managed to catch Tyrian’s attention and keep it. Being looked after like this made Lach feel special, and even more attracted to the man whose attention he’d garnered.