The moon was high overhead when Tyrian finally settled into the sand by himself. He shimmied around until his back created a comfortable divot in the dune he was propped up against. With a bottle at his side he was ready for some serious people watching. The night was getting good, too. There were drunks everywhere - himself included - and though he may not have been up to any shenanigans at the moment, there were a ton going down.

He was quiet save for the occasional drunken cackle at some fool's expense. Sooner rather than later he'd get up again and rejoin the festivities, but for now he was comfortable and content to watch. There was plenty more fun to be had and he fully intended to partake in as much of it as he could. He just needed a little break to regroup. This was all so new and drunk or not, he needed to relax for a second and do nothing. Considering the wild events at his back, Tyrian had already done enough to call it a night if he'd been so inclined. He was no quitter, however. To sunrise and not a moment sooner.

Lachlan was still a bit damp from his swim in the ocean with the drunk girl, though he couldn’t deny describing himself that way as well. The way his paws stumbled just slightly as he walked over the dark sands. He was just a little tilty, but he was feeling really good. A grin played on his russet features as his tail wagged lightly at his hips. His sister might have been forgotten at this point, his troubles were long gone. Only contentment remained.

He wasn’t quite foolish enough to ignore the revelry taking place where ever he looked. Though he didn’t deny his fool title at all. He was just glad that he’d not had to prostrate himself for a bear. That thought was one that wouldn’t leave him soon, and his encounter with Abby wouldn’t soon be forgotten.

Those thoughts made him realize he was definitely ready for another drink, and his bright blue eyes would land on Tyrian’s bottle. Lachlan lost all of his reservations by now so his slightly swaying for approached him with intent. ”Are you going to drink all of that?”

His thoughts drifted back to the night's events. Jupiter was long forgotten; he hadn't even seen his nephew since the beginning. No, the events on his mind had left a far more lasting impression. Tyrian's thoughts were on Fel. He replayed the events over and over. The feeling of Fel taking him into her mouth; the sand digging into his back as he rose to meet her. To say he was distracted by his thoughts as Lachlan approached was an understatement. His eyes were heavy-lidded and his expression was distant. Tyrian came around quickly, though.

Tyrian tipped his head to the side and looked up at Lachlan with a smirk. "If left to my own devices, you betcha." Early in the night he had been picky about his drinks, but he'd reached the point where taste wasn't the most important aspect of it. Tyrian couldn't quite put a finger on what had changed or when, but his priorities were definitely different in that regard.

He grabbed the neck of the bottle and lofted it into the air but didn't quite hold it out far enough to imply he was offering it to Lachlan. There were strings attached and he didn't want the guy to get the idea this was a freebie. "Grab a seat and I might be persuaded to share." His intentions were innocent enough. He just wanted some company. If the guy had a sense of humor they might get along well enough to share a bottle and laugh at strangers together.

Lachlan wasn’t quite observant to realize that Tyrian was distracted by drunken thoughts, he didn’t hesitate long enough to be caught. The young red marked man was disappointed in the answer he was given, but there had been plenty of alcohol on the beach that he could return to. With a quick glance Lachlan looked up the shore somewhat longingly, refreshments were so far away. He took in a deep breath, but before he could sigh the slate stranger was speaking again.

Bright blue eyes returned to Tyrian, his head tilted slightly at the invitation. His body was feeling heavy, his balance was a bit off, and sitting down sounded miled better than traipsing miles (yards) up the beach. A goofy grin had made its way to his rusty features sometime after starting to really feel drunk. There was a light euphoria about everything, and Lachlan soon forgot his worry about finding a drink.

The young man lowered himself to his haunches without his normal grace. His ivory rear made a soft thud as her sat/fell beside the Fireside alpha. ”I can do that.” Lachlan slurred with a grin. ”My name is Lachlan,” he nodded in greeting but threw himself off balance. He caught himself well enough. ”This is my first party.”

Tyrian had watched the effects of his words play out on the stranger's face. By the end he found himself smiling that same sort of goofy smile back up at him and chuckling at the little moment of silliness they shared. It was a funny little quip that didn't deserve more than an amused snort under normal circumstances, but there was something about Lachlan finding it funny that made it immensely amusing to Tyrian. Once he got started he couldn't stop chuckling and it wasn't until Lachlan introduced himself and flopped down in the sand beside him that he managed to rein it in.

He held the bottle out to Lachlan. "Yeah? I'm Tyrian. Niceta meetcha." Absently he scratched his upturned chest with his claws. In doing so he revived the smell of Fel in his tousled fur. It was a smell that would not be leaving him any time soon - which was perfectly alright with him. He'd miss it when it was gone.

This was Lachlan's first party too? Tyrian's head swiveled around so he could fix him with an incredulous look. The revelation was clearly far more amazing than it should have been all things considered. "Yeah? What a coincidence - mine too!" How cool was that? "A lot of firsts for me tonight," he said with a smug, satisfied look. "How about you? Are you having fun?"

Maybe Tyrian was laughing at him, but it felt more like he was laughing with him and the drunken Lachlan found great enjoyment in the lightness of the moment as the weight of his worries lifted off his shoulders the longer the night went on. He was quick to gain what was promised, and though he showed a little surprise at being offered the drink it was replaced with his pleased grin. Eagerly he accepted the payment for taking a seat.

After he took a swig and absently returned the bottle to the space between them he was distracted lightly by the scent that clung to Tyrian’s fur. It was so very similar to the aroma that seemed to hang in the air. Lachlan was easily distracted and as he earned Tyrian’s gaze he leaned back slightly, taken aback at Tyrian’s amazement. Lachlan wasn’t often going around doing impressive feats though, so the attention was rather pleasant.

He’d been hanging around the party for a while, and he could make a very educated guess by the look on Tyrian’s face what firsts he’d enjoyed. Lachlan was first reminded of Abby and their strange, but comfortable, encounter. Then he thought about his sister. Showing a little alarm as he turned around to look up the beach. He couldn’t see her or that man she was with. Maybe he’d taken her home? Yeah that had to be the most likely outcome. For sure.

Lachlan was distracted but quickly grabbed the bottle again for another swig. Nope not gonna think about Aryn or the shame he felt for not staying beside her. How was he to know where this party was going? ”Yeah? I bet.” Lachlan answered finally, shaking his poor drunk head and returning his attention to Tyrian. ”You’re so tall. And nice.” The young Valentine boy looked away, despite his drunkenness it was hard to forget Abby looking down on him for being so small. Had he earned any second glances from the girls on the beach? ”I like drinking.” But was he having fun? ”I think.. I lost my sister.” He decided to go with, looking equally ashamed about his height as his inability to keep an eye on Aryn.

"Yeah? I bet." Tyrian made a noise that suggested he doubted the truth of that statement. He was pulling from a limited pool of experience but nothing could have prepared him for Fel and having caught glimpses of various couples at work he wasn't convinced her methods were what was jumping to Lachlan's mind. He could make no claims as to the rarity of it, it was just a hunch."Hmm," he ventured after a moment's thought. "I dunno about nice, but I guess Iam tall." His height was nothing special in the Imperialis family. Even the extended ones were all about the same with the occasional anomaly thrown in. Tyrian shrugged, dismissively. "I like small, I think. It's different."

He sat up a little so he could look at Lachlan after his revelation about his sister. None of what he said had anything to do with fun and he couldn't figure out how the man had made that leap. Tyrian grew serious as he considered the statement. With a confidence he probably shouldn't have possessed, he said, "Is she a pup that you have to babysit? If not she can take care of herself." Confident that he'd solved the problem Tyrian sank back into the sand and took another drink from the bottle.

It occurred to him then that maybe, just maybe, the connection between 'fun' and 'sister' was that the sister had been keeping him from having any fun. Appalled, he sat up again and fixed Lachlan with a serious expression. It was a crime not to have fun at a party. "You are too concerned with your sister," he said, oblivious to both the fact that he knew absolutely nothing about Lachlan's train of thought or what he'd done before he sat down with him. "How are you going to have any fun at all if you're babysitting? Man, you're gonna waste the whole night."

Lachlan made perfect sense to himself, but in reality his drunk mind was all over the place. He truly witnessed a miracle that Tyrian was able to keep up at all. He did mentioned that he liked small, since it was… different? Lachlan sighed softly, it was different. He was barely taller than Aryn, but Lili towered over him. Abby had been taller, and of course.. Lachlan returned his pale blue gaze back to Tyrian’s features as he sat up a bit.

His words were not comforting, but as the other man took another swim and lowered himself back into the sand Lachlan looked out over the beach, to the fire, and the last sober bits of him hoped heavily that she had been escorted hom. Could Aryn take care of herself? She’d been pretty confident when he’d seen her earlier, and Eli had been pretty serious. And without a drink, unlike him. ”Maybe you’re right. I’m not her babysitter.” He looked back to the bottle and took another drink himself.

Before being confronted with Tyrian’s serious expression and concerned words. His mouth hung open a little in surprise as he was put in his place. Aryn held too much of his focus. Maybe Tyrian was a little right, though he had found himself having fun while he played in the ocean with Abby. He blinked back the shock and sat up a little straighter and found his resolve. ”Yeah. She’s fine. Golden.” He nodded, assuring himself while catching a dizzy spell at the same time. Sitting wasn’t much of an option anymore and he clumsily lowered himself onto the sand. ”I don’t wanna waste the whole night.” He echoed Tyrian again as he shook his head, not learning from the first 30 times he made himself dizzy.

Satisfied, Tyrian nodded once to himself firmly. He was right and Lachlan knew it. Look at him problem solving. He was a damn good advice giving king. And it was a shame to think Lachlan could have wasted the whole night if not for Tyrian's intervention. Under normal circumstances Tyrian probably wouldn't have been brazen enough to confidently assume he knew Lachan's night had been lackluster so far, but the idea that he might be wrong never once crossed his mind and the longer he held onto the belief Lachlan had missed out the worse it seemed to him. It grew sadder by the second and Tyrian was really starting to feel bad for the guy. Fuck his needy sister! Lachlan deserved to have a good time, dammit.

"Damn right," he said, embracing the role of Lachlan's hype man. "So what do you want to do then, huh?" Tyrian rolled over so he could sit properly and eyed the throng of nearby wolves. His thoughts swam back to what Jupiter had said in the beginning. He still wasn't happy with his nephew, but he had to admit that when it came to these sort of events, Jupiter had god-tier knowledge. Thus, if Tyrian was to help this man out he was going to have to think like Jupiter. "I've been around a bit." A very generous statement. "I'll help you get whatever you want 'cause the sound of your night wasted just breaks my heart." Tyrian squinted and wracked his brain in an effort to channel Jupiter's next moves. "So whatdya want? Women? Men? Gimme something to work with."

The young red marked man was more comfortable lying in the sand, maybe the world was spinning a little but at least he wasn’t having to try and keep his footing. He wasn’t going to be getting up to enjoy the festivities for a moment so it was good that his lounging position could be kept. Tyrian helped him see the night was going to go so much better if he just… forgot about Aryn. So he would.

Lachlan looked up and over to Tyrian as he questioned his desires. Well, he knew he didn’t really want to try and stand up. The Valentine born boy looked up and over to the gathering, still a bit daunted by the distance. He was easily distracted with Tyrian’s words, offering an inkling to his own experience before explaining further. Where Tyrian was channeling his inner Jupiter, Lachlan felt more like Tyrian in those very first moments of the party.

”Oh.. I.. uh..” Honestly he’d only ever pictured himself with a girl, having Tyrian introduce the idea of meeting another man at the party… The thought of being the one to be wrapped in another’s arms had him lightly stunned for a moment. ”Really I’m fine just talking to you.” He said maybe just a little too timidly, this was not the party to be squeamish about getting dirty. ”Maybe a nice girl to hold on to. Or a.. Or a..” There was that stunned feeling again. ”Tall man to hold me.” Bright blue eyes widened slightly as he realized what he’d just said. And what he said earlier, and what Tyrian was. And.. ”I mean..” He swallowed hard and just put his paw over his eyes in embarrassment.

In response to Lachlan's claim that he was just fine with talking, Tyrian made a disbelieving noise in the back of his throat. He had fully embraced this night and there was no going back; that someone might shun what were, in Tyrian's opinion, the best parts of the party, was unbelievable to him. Still channeling Jupiter, he couldn't help but be drawn to the belief that the problem was Lachlan, either in that he was too shy or too naive about sex, or both. There were no other real options, were there, at a time like this? None that Tyrian could think of, anyway. Take the young king for example. He'd been content to hang back in the beginning, but many drinks and the shucking of his virginity later and he'd decided he couldn't get enough of the festivities. What if Lachlan was just like him and all he needed was a little push?

"...tall man to hold me." It was Tyrian's turn to be lightly stunned. While Jupiter had asked him about his interest in men and he'd literally just given the option to Lachlan, Tyrian hadn't actually considered it seriously this evening. He was baffled for only a second. There hadn't, as far as he could tell, ever been much of a difference between his interest in women and his interest in men. He'd gravitated towards women at this party because that had been expected of him and because, honestly, it's what he'd expected. His contentment with not exploring men as an option until now was not unlike his contentment at the beginning of the party. He simply needed a push.

Lachlan seemed a bit distraught by his faux pas but Tyrian wasn't phased by it. He quietly scooted closer to Lachlan and was in the process of laying down beside him when the world suddenly shifted and he lightly flopped against him. Tyrian was a bit like an upended turtle for a second, one set of legs off the ground, and then he righted himself with an oblivious chuckle. Whoops. He'd been going for close but not that close. This was a super serious moment, after all, and he needed to be good and upright and not drunk because he'd decided he was going to give to Lachlan what Elise had given him: the option. Just with way less finesse because 1) he had none 2) he was drunk and most importantly 3) he had no experience in this department. But Fel had given him ideas if Lachlan wanted to do more than talk. "Aw man, don't do that." He sought to pull Lachlan's paw away from his eyes. "I like you and I like talking to you a lot...but I'd hold you too."

Maybe it was only an encouraging little push Lachlan needed to fully embrace the experience of the party. He wasn’t blind, there were pairs of wolves sprinkled all over the beach, and every time he looked too hard he regretted it. Maybe if he had been more bold his swim partner could have been more than that, but he was too worried of making a fool of himself. Like he was with Tyrian. That’s what all of the alcohol was for though, right?

When Tyr rolled into him Lachlan couldn’t help but peek one eye from behind his paw as Tyrian righted himself. He didn’t resist when his paw was pulled from his eyes, and baby blues were met with a stormy gaze. ”You.. you do? You would?” Lachlan stuttered and squeaked. He was pleasantly surprised, but he really hadn’t expected Tyrian to say anything like that. His red fur hid a sudden blush, but he felt the heat in his cheeks spread over his body.

Lachlan was keenly aware of his ivory paw still held by Tyrian’s massive hand, his eyes drawn there as he froze. He was sure that his heart was thundering in his chest like a horse galloping over the plains. ”I.. um. I don’t think it would be a wasted night if I.. If you..” Why was she getting tongue tied so easily? He wasn’t one to stutter and he was sure that it wasn’t just the alcohol.

For a moment he thought the pit in his stomach had been nerves, but the liquor had long rid him of that. He really liked Tyrian, in the very short time he’d known him, there was a bit of attraction. Lachlan took a deep breath and ventured forth. He was an explorer of all the unknown, and this was very much unknown. ”If you held me, and uhm...” His voice was quiet, but he’d found his determination. Tyrian was worth his effort, and he was going to enjoy the night and making it count. ”Would you kiss me?” He was sure that his heart just fell in his stomach and his lungs stopped working completely.

Tyrian's expression was serious, perhaps a little too much so, after Lachlan finished speaking. It was clear he was studying the small man and giving something a great deal of thought. The expression was fleeting and replaced quickly with a small smile as he considered his smaller, nervous counterpart. This wasn't the time for big thoughts; he couldn't have lingered in 'what if' land if he wanted. No, with Lachlan's paw clasped firmly in his, Tyrian was far too rooted in the present and the many novel possibilities this little red masked man presented.

Without pausing to think about it Tyrian leaned in to give Lachlan a quick kiss to test the waters. Saying the words felt like a waste of time when he could simply show the nervous boy that yes, he would kiss him. Maybe it was Lachlan's nerves emboldening him or the drink making him brazen, but Tyrian wasn't feeling particularly shy. He wanted this so he was going to take whatever Lachlan gave him. Lachlan's nerves were endearing in a way and he wondered if he'd come across the same way earlier in the night.

He knew immediately that tiny little kiss wasn't enough - at least for him. But he'd told himself he was going to give Lachlan options as he had been given, so even though he wanted to lean in for another, instead Tyrian leaned back just far enough to meet Lachlan's gaze. There was a question in his eyes as he studied him. Wordlessly Tyrian rolled over onto his opposing hip and lifted his foreleg closest to Lachlan, creating a pocket under his arm and chest just big enough for a small, red marked wolf to fit.

Maybe he felt just a little more than worried at Tyrian’s expression, he’d already known he was going to trip up somehow. His dark lips turned up into a soft smile none too soon, but before Lach could let his nerves settle their lips met. Lachlan’s blue eyes closed and he leaned in slightly, suddenly finding his brain ceased to function properly. He had to catch his breath as Tyrian pulled away just slightly. Lachlan opened his eyes to find the half question on Tyrian’s face.

The red marked Valentine felt the euphoria of drunkenness but it wasn’t anything to the attention of his tall companion. Silently thankful that he wasn’t expected to speak much, he was a stuttering mess and it was a miracle he’d finished his sentence. Lachlan was so glad he did, his very first kiss made bloom a different kind of nervous energy inside of him. It was a foreign but thrilling experience, and however uncertain he was moving forward he wanted to experience more. Tyrian was sweet with him, and Lachlan was made to feel comfortable as he was invited closer.

Lachlan couldn’t help the lopsided grin that pulled at his lips, he liked the strong pull he felt from Tyrian. With only slight hesitation as he pushed past any fear of the unknown. Tyr wasn’t going to hurt him, he wanted him to enjoy the night’s festivities. Lachlan fitted himself perfectly into Tyrian’s embrace. He hadn’t expected there to be much difference in sitting close beside each other and being held against his chest.

The experience was worlds apart. Suddenly his heartbeat was racing, faster even than when their lips met. He struggled to catch his breath, but in a good way. He felt a shiver of electricity race through his spine as they were tucked together. Words seemed too far beyond his grasp, so with much more certainty of his lips this way than with language Lachlan aimed to kiss Tyrian this time. He wanted more than his first quick taste.

It felt right to hold Lachlan. This wasn't what he'd had in mind for the night but he certainly wasn't complaining. Tyrian's 'what would Jupiter do' resolution hadn't lasted long, but perhaps that was for the better. He wasn't Jupiter and he didn't have the careless abandon of his nephew or the same depth of disregard for the feelings of others. For that reason it felt good to feel Lachlan relax into his embrace and know that he was responsible for putting him at ease. The feeling was deeply satisfying; so much so that the thought of prowling the sands for easy women with Lachlan was forgotten.

His ears shot up in surprise as Lachlan reached up to kiss him. It wasn't the shy peck he might have expected in return if he'd expected anything. Tyrian settled his arm over Lachlan and pulled him in tighter. He tasted like the drink they shared and his lips warmed Tyrian just as thoroughly. Lachlan was sweet and mild; so different than what Tyrian was used to. Normally he couldn't claim to know him but in the moment with a night of drinks at his back he was foolish enough to think he did. Lachlan felt right and warm and sweet, and with that small, confident kiss he sent Tyrian's heart racing.

Careful not to break away from him, Tyrian twisted over onto his side so he wasn't towering over Lachlan. He lifted his other paw and set it lightly on Lachlan's chest. From there it slid up to the hollow of his throat, his claws working through Lachlan's fur and brushing lightly on his skin, to cup Lachlan's cheek. He broke their kiss just long enough to murmur, "Is that all you want?"

Experiencing the unknown had been the whole purpose of attending the party tonight. Despite his guilt in leaving Aryn high and dry the young man had enjoyed the night thus far. He liked to drink, the way the intoxication made his body buzz was as enjoyable as the euphoria that settled in him. Lachlan had little to no expectations, but finding Tyrian was becoming an easy highlight. He’d helped him to shed his self imposed responsibilities, Tyr offered up many new paths to explore. Discovering his lips was all that Lachlan could think about. His mind was foggy from the liquor, the late night, and the heady scent of the man he was pressed close to.

He willed the exciting emotions that filled him to be seen through those precious few moments. Lachlan closed his eyes, fell deeply, and eagerly into their kiss. His whole body seemed alight with prickles of electricity as his belly bubbled with butterflies and his breath refused to be caught. Lach had never been so close to someone, the way that Tyrian held him summoned intense feelings that he had yet to explore. Feelings that beckoned his attention and became more concentrated as Tyr’s claws teased his flesh.

Lach barely withheld a soft whine that threatened to escape his lips at the jolt such contact sent through him. As though Tyrian could read his body better than himself his soft liquor laced words brushed against Lachlan’s lips. ”No,” his tone was breathy and soft, but he was more confident in his answer than his voice might lead to believe. At first he had been content in slowly testing the waters, but his caution was easy to throw to the wind. ”But I can’t find the path.” He continued quietly, the intimacy of their whispers brought shivers down his spine. Lachlan was an explorer, but sometimes finding his way was easier with another.

”Show me, Tyrian?” His gaze lowered and dark lashes obscured his vibrant gaze as his focus lingered on Tyr’s dark lips as a shy grin played on his own. Lachlan had been so worried about messing something up, but Tyrian was succeeding in shucking the caution from the young man. Lachlan couldn’t name many of the emotions he felt but excitement, anticipation, and his nerves assured him of his certainty of his decision. ”Please.” He looked back up to Tyrian’s stormy gaze and felt his heart nearly thunder from his chest, uncertainty surrounded him but he was propelled by the thrill of confronting the unknown.

This was a night of novelties. Tyrian had done more in a few hours than all of the days in his adulthood combined. He'd shucked the antiquated label of 'virgin', tasted women, had more liquor than was good for him and now he found himself in the position of not only taking charge but doing so in a scenario that was entirely new to him. Considering the goal he'd set for himself earlier this seemed like a fitting ending. Finish off the night by not only balancing out his knowledge of the sexes but being the catalyst that helped shuck another useless label. 'Paying it forward' so to speak, although that did a disservice to his feelings for Lachlan.

Tyrian smiled softly and leaned in for one final kiss on the lips before murmuring "As you wish." From there he aimed to move slowly down Lachlan's neck. His touch was gentle yet purposeful. Of course he'd heard the same jokes as everyone else when it came to this sort of thing so he wasn't completely clueless per se when it came to the possibilities before them, but he didn't know enough to venture beyond what he'd learned through experience. Lachlan was sweet and sensitive, and it felt unfair to subject him to Tyrian's experimentation, innocent as it may have been. No, Tyrian would stick to what he knew. He'd promised Lachlan a good time and he intended to keep his word.

His paws combed through Lachlan's fur as he explored the body hidden beneath the silky strands. Nibble by nibble, touch by touch Tyrian sought to coax Lachlan over onto his back. His guidance was firm but not pushy; and though his eyes were closed as often as they were not if he felt the slightest bit of resistance his gaze would flash to Lachlan's in an instant. Though he couldn't put it into words just yet it was becoming clearer and clearer a large part of his satisfaction came from finding satisfaction in others. He wanted happiness for Lachlan and he needed it for himself.

Could you feel anxiety and relief at the same moment? Laclan wondered as Tyrian leaned forward with one more soft kiss before he answered. The red marked wolf let loose, he’d thought that he would drive the massive man from his side. It’d take a whole lot more than Lachlan’s awkwardness to do that it seemed. He didn’t have any time to dwell on his insecurities as Tyrian made it clear that there wasn’t anything else he’d want to focus on.

The liquor warmed him only slightly less than Tyrian did as claws grazed skin through ivory fur. Words became useless as the two of them spoke through touch. Lachlan relaxed and allowed himself to be guided just as he’d asked to be. Involuntary shivers and sighs left him with every brush of Tyr’s saber like fangs against his pelt. There wasn’t much coaxing to be done as Lachlan was slowly rolled to his shoulder, and with his drunken trust placed fully in Tyrian’s paws, to his back.

Once his belly was exposed Lach felt everything change. A stifled whine slipped past his lips as he began to see the destination he’d sought to find. Like some invisible switch had been flipped. Even in his drunken haze he could feel it, especially as his ghost like gaze found Tyrian’s again. He felt like he’d swallowed his heart and was now beating out of his throat. While his stomach was warmed by the liquor a concentrated heat pooled below his navel. No one had done anything like this to him before, and as he surged forward into the unknown Lachlan realized how much he wanted Tyrian.

His breathing was harder now as he searched Tyrian’s expression, he couldn’t help the goofy but adoring grin that played on his own lips. His sober sef might have tried not to put so much weight in these intimate moments, but drunk Lachlan was much more of a romantic. He felt special, and for now he could allow himself to be submerged fully in Tyrian. Lachlan whined softly, an audible hint to the eager emotions Tyr encouraged in him. Lachlan was nervous and excited but he was safe and cared for. Despite being near strangers Lachlan felt like he was the only wolf in the world as far as Tyrian was concerned. Already the night would be made unforgettable.

Forgotten was the party happening a couple hundred yards away. It was entirely possible a passerby might see them, but given the locale and well, the list of other things occupying Tyrian's mind, he was all but guaranteed not to think too much about anyone who happened to stumble close enough to be noticed. More than likely the pair would simply disappear into the background as the other party goers went about their own affairs.

Little by little, touch by touch Lachlan was coaxed over onto his back. Tyrian moved with him; shifting, waiting, rising with his movements until he hovered over top of him. It was easy to settle over him. Lachlan fit perfectly beneath him and the rapid rise and fall of his chest against Tyrian's own felt right. He was comforting and warm in a buzzy way not unlike those first few sips of mead. It was not enough for Tyrian, however. He wanted what Fel had gotten with him. He wanted to give that to Lachlan and to get it for himself. Tyrian wanted an unfiltered, virginal reaction. Tonight it would be the feather in his cap.

Starting at Lachlan's chest Tyrian began to inch downwards as he peppered Lachlan's upturned chest and then his belly with nibbles. He took his time feeling, listening and yes, reveling in his control of the situation. He could appreciate both positions; they each had their perks. This was entirely new for him and he was loving every second of it. Tyrian had to force himself to be deliberate, to give Lachlan time to sink into the moment. When at last he hovered over the end game, Tyrian glanced down and then up at Lachlan with a small, impish smile. If Lachlan hadn't caught on yet Tyrian's intention now was unmistakable.

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Lachlan was relatively private and in normal circumstances wouldn’t even dream of being so open with his affections. However if he was paying attention to anything but Tyrian he would have realized there was no one who cared about the activities going on here on the secluded part of the beach. Lachlan only had eyes for the man above him. As he was rolled back Lach aimed to wrap his pale arms around Tyrian’s neck as they kissed. His heartbeat was erratic and his breathing quickened at their closeness.

The young Valentine was very much naive, he knew the basics but this was unlike anything he’d been through. He was excited and nervous but at the same time he was relaxed and felt at ease in Tyrian’s embrace. Lach easily gave control to Tyr, allowed him to guide him through these unknown paths to a destination he wasn’t certain of. There was a sweet slowness in the way that Tyrian moved, and even when he started to pull away from his lips Lachlan felt those magnificent fangs brush against him with every kiss and nibble down his throat and towards his chest.

The gasp that left him was as unexpected as Tyrian’s attention to his belly and the gentle downward trail. Lachlan’s paws had settled on his chest and his attention was so caught up that his bright blue eyes didn’t leave Tyrian’s features as he focused on his pale body. Butterflies erupted in his belly and for (thankfully only a split second) he thought that he’d lose his cookies with the nerves that collected. Even though the emotions were intense Lachlan wore his shy smile with pride. He adored the attention that Tyrian was giving him and as his deliberate motions continued to build the excitement within him.

The sudden pause in Tyrian’s work renewed Lachlan’s focus as he caught the massive man’s eye and impish grin. His own exhilaration was obvious beneath him but with Tyrian’s expression there wasn’t any embarrassment as his intentions became crystal clear. ”Oh,” he gasped again softly, his voice nervous but eager in the same word. His breath was short and he was barely able to form words. ”Tyrian.” Saying his lover’s name created more excitement and though he wanted to watch his head was laid back in pleasure and the soft sounds of his enjoyment were not held back.

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