what kind of man loves like this?
03-03-2015, 06:08 PM
She moved to press into him, and in natural response he would allow her, pressing back into her with gentle pressure. A smile creased his features, because no matter how odd their relationship was, it was perfect in its own way. His ears laid back as he listened to her halfheartedly claim she loved him - but he knew she meant it despite her tone. “Don't sound so thrilled about it,” he jested, his voice coming out hushed and delicate. He didn't want to piss her off again, but the thought of not joking with her was impossible to imagine. 'Sorry I'm a bitch sometimes,' she apologized. A chuckle fell from his lips as he craned his head down closer to her, nipping lightly at her ear. “Sorry I'm a dick sometimes,” he crooned before taking her ear back into his jaws. Their bodies intertwined, and it felt good. It was different than with Mercy. There was more there in this embrace than just raw sexual desire. There was something more, and he could only assume that that something was love. He liked to think that it was, anyway. “You know,” he started, in efforts to change the subject and move past their most recent disagreement. “...we never got around to meeting our newest kin.” He was, of course, referring to the children fathered by her littermate: Drashiel. “Perhaps we can teach them about love so they don't end up like us,” he noted half in jest and half in absolute seriousness. He only hoped the children would end up better than they had - even if he thought they were pretty well off to begin with. “speak,” |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.