all this love I've got to keep to myself

There wasn't an ounce of resistance to be felt. Mojito was there, pliable under his touch. Shifting and moving with each tender gesture, sighing into his fur with the softest breaths. The world had long since fallen away, and in this moment it was only the two of them. Nao let out a long breath he didn't know he'd been holding, letting the air tousle the silken threads of fur along Mojito's neck. He'd never admit the lonely moments that he spent in captivity, quietly pining for a moment like this. Wondering after the sensation of Mojito's flesh beneath his calloused digits or the imperceptible tremble of his muscles beneath that pallid pelt. It had seemed so unattainable, so painfully distant. Why utter the thoughts aloud? From each point where their bodies touched, he could feel their pulses racing in tandem. Was it a trick of the mind? Did Mojito feel it too? So far he hadn't been stopped, the other man hadn't pulled away. Dark lips peeled back from glistening fangs, which found delicate purchase upon the cool flesh of Mojito's neck. The ghost of a bite, skin unbroken and jaws parted carefully. It was too much to bear, the urge to taste every inch of skin and commit the man to memory with teeth and tongue.

Pulled slowly from his tender, selfish ministrations, he could hear the wolfdog's voice. Breathy and wanton and everything that Nao could ever have hoped; an angelic choir in the cool air of the forest. A shiver rolled down his spine at the words, he couldn't help it. Nor could he help the low growl that bubbled up in his chest, and the way he wanted to lay claim to him. Finally. After so long. But no. This was not the time, not the place. Snout pulling back from where it had been working a trail of tiny bites and kisses along his throat, the wraith drew in a shaky breath.

"You." he uttered hoarsely, pressing somehow closer. Chest to chest, neck against neck. He tightened his grip around Mojito's foreleg, just so. "I want you, Mojito." there was more force behind it this time, he tipped his head up and to the side, catching those pale blue eyes and holding fast as each syllable dripped from his tongue. Oh so quiet, not daring to raise his voice beyond a whisper lest the veil be lifted and the moment come crashing down around them. "Slowly, so that I may never forget what you look like in this moonlight." there was a hint of a smile on those dark features now, so subtle that it could just as easily have been a trick of the light.

Without a trace of hesitation, he backed the other man towards the beds of pine needles that littered the space beneath the titanic boughs. Soft, without the incessant rustling of old leaf litter. He would be able to hear those breathy whines perfectly. Settled down alongside the alabaster male, he leaned forth to share a tender kiss. He'd make the most of every second, even if it killed him.

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