he expected some form of resistance or retaliation but never would he have thought the wolf would go for his hair. such a delightfully bold reprimand. he can't even be all that mad as the man yanks him away from his neck, long dark strands held hostage by a fierce grip. a deeply amused chuckle bubbles forth as he matches that wry smile with his own. he neither pries himself away from the wolf's admonishing grip nor releases his own hold over him.
instead, he lifts a clawed hand to wrap around his fist, mirth dancing in his eyes as he regards him with a saccharine smile. ]
Shall you tell me to heel [ he slowly starts to disentangle those fingers from his hair. ] if I were to say that I desire your body whole-heartedly on this night?
[ even a bare modicum of decency would do the dragon some good, considering he's in a world labeled the same as wriothesley and everyone else: an augmented.
but semantics aside, at least the other is a good sportâgiving as good as he gets. the bite still throbs, but alongside it is the steady pulse of his carnivora soul beating with his own, no longer so out of sync by the looks and feel of it. it's still strange to see himself being more open to the idea of closeness, but maybe thatâs just his natural soul finally catching up to his body.
the full moon brings a strange tension to his limbsânot quite discomfort, but a restless energy with nowhere to go. wriothesley finds himself standing closer than he usually would, eyes lingering longer, thoughts looser, and his grin a little sharper than usual. heâs not used to indulging the pull, not fully, but he feels less like bracing and more like leaning in. ]
Well, it's somewhat reassuring to see you're still capable of some manners. The sweet-talk certainly helps.
[ there's a huff, as if thatâs the bare minimum the other ought to offerâbut even so, wriothesley doesnât shrug off the arm around his waist. when the other reaches up to coax his fingers loose, wriothesley shifts his hand beneath that hold to lace their fingers together, his grin growing coy. meanwhile his free hand trails slowly up the other's arm, settling at the crook of his neck and shoulder, guiding the stranger to tilt his chinâturning his face at a few deliberate angles under the hazy wash of the nearby streetlight. wriothesley studies him there, close and unhurried, like heâs weighing what kind of trouble this person might be. ]
But Iâll admit, Iâm flattered my scent alone was enough to draw a confession out of you. So go onâtell me more. And donât be shy.
[ augmented he may be, but it doesn't diminish the fact that he remains an entity far superior (in his not-so-humble opinion) to the majority of the beings on this planet. does it? but perhaps, wrio can teach him a bit of the decency he seeks later on.
for now, he cares not for such trivialities, his attention focused on the rhythmic beat of the wolf's heart as well as the lingering and oddly delectable taste of his blood. even as the mortal begins his audacious examination of him, aodh simply observes him, whilst quietly licking the remnants of that metallic fluid from his lips. he has never possessed much interest in food, no less blood, yet he finds that the wolf's is not so bad.
unbothered by the blatant scrutinization, aodh takes his casual admission to mean favorability and, as their interests seem to be quite aligned (in once again his humble opinion), he merrily â with far too much ease â lifts the man with his left arm, aptly propping him up against the brick wall that makes up one half of the narrow alleyway. ] Instead of telling you what I desire to do to you, why don't I just [ his right hand lowers down to cup the wolf's bottom, giving his cheek a firm squeeze. ] show you? Actionâ [ he leans forward, tilting his head slightly as he playfully nips at his ear. ] tends to carry far more satisfaction than words alone.
aodh should always come with cw: weird and spicy taco bell sauce handsy stuff
[ the more wriothesley allows himself to be swept up by this man, the more heâs come to realize how awfully excitable and impulsive the other is. yet even then, wriothesley canât sense or sniff out a trace of maliceâonly a kind of awful simplicity and bluntness, the sort youâd expect from someone whoâs never been denied anything. itâs almost touching in its own way, the plainness in desire, especially when the man lets go of their joined hands just to hoist wriothesley up and pin him against the wall.
normally, he wouldnât entertain such graceless approaches, but thereâs something instinctual in his natural soul that doesnât mind a little closeness. it even invites it, and not just in the way the man describes his scent, but in how heat seems to settle thick between them. the budding imprint is just as telling to wriothesley, obvious in the way that familiar sense of calm begins to surface between them. it starts as a low hum at the back of his throat, something felt even before it's understoodânot out of surrender, but out of recognition and alignment.
it makes it easier to get settled in the other manâs grip, and wriothesley chuckles when he feels bold fingers kneading into his backside. shameless, but charming in a way, and he allows the stranger his fun just as he indulges in his own. especially in the way his tail slips free to sway as layers are tugged and maneuvered to allow touch. the man clearly towers over him, marked by strength stronger than his own if the ease of keeping him lifted without so much as a sweat is anything to go by. but what wriothesley hadnât expected was for the stranger to lean in and go for his ears.
they twitch and flatten immediately. the press of lips, the sudden playful nip of teeth; itâs too sensitive at first, enough to pull a grunt from his throat. but theyâre close enough now for wriothesley to finally get a good whiff of the otherâs scent in turn. and what he finds leads him to immediately fist the collar of the strangerâs shirt and tug him forward for more.
it hits him low and sharp, heady and undeniable, like the curl of ozone off tempered steel. the kind of charge that comes before thunder. it doesnât choke the air, but rather claims it.
and still, wriothesley leans in closer, nosing along the manâs neck before setting his mouth there. he laves his tongue over skin, and grazes teeth over the line of his throat. not because heâs lost to it, but because the instinct to pull away never comes. heâs smelled fear before. alongside greed and desperation. but this isnât any of those ugly feelings. this is what presence smells like. it's akin to something ancient brushing up against his skin, reminding him there are things worth kneeling to, if only in thought. ]
A shame you didnât think to start things off like this. [ he murmurs into the column of the manâs throat, sinking further into his grip until their hips press flush, enough for him to feel the strangerâs arousal firm against the seat of his groin. ] You might have me in your hands, but donât expect me to be swayed so easily.
[ even knee-deep in his momentary heat, wriothesley knows heâs far above fucking in a dank alleyway. but heâs curious to see what the other man does to sweeten the momentâbecause wriothesleyâs real seat of power has always been in knowing when to walk away. ]
no fr tho he needs to come preemptively with an apology letter lmf
[ for an inherently complex and enigmatic being, aodh is verily honest and straightforward in nature.
he needs not lie nor conceal parts of himself, for nothing he says nor does shall ever result in dire consequence (or at least dire in his eyes). perhaps, he may gain to use some tact on occasion, if only to circumvent any easily avoidable misgivings. however, it rarely crosses his mind to. he has never cared for others' perception of him, lest they are his prospective mate â and even then, he is unafraid to offend or anger them, incidentally or otherwise.
the wolf is no exception. he certainly doesn't see anything wrong with his initial approach.
harmless teasing, really; only meant for a passing stranger. he never intended for it to escalate, but now that it has, he has no intentions of simply letting him go, not when he can feel the oh so familiar pull of an imprint manifesting between them.
even without it, he knows that the wolf is receptive of his advances, a burgeoning smile curving the corners of his lips as he is abruptly pulled forward and a daring tongue darts out to taste flesh that currently permeates an undeniable heat. ] You surely jest. Would you truly have me take you like so upon meeting when you already balk at mine lack of decorum? [ his tone carries with it a faint laugh as his hips deliberately rolls up against the man, allowing him a grandiose sampling of what awaits him. ] Ah, lest your true intent is to provide yourself ample cause to act out against mine body. [ âalmost thoughtful. ]
Then, [ he whispers coyly against that flattened ear, telekinetically beginning to undo the wolf's pants until it has loosened enough to slide his hand past the fabric and find purchase between his buttocks, the pad of his middle finger grazing a delicate opening. ] shall I embolden you to it further?
[ the moment wears on his patience in more ways than one. namely, in how heâs expected to sit there and parse through the manâs parlance while no longer actively resisting the pull of his soulâs wants. the desire to appease it simmers just under his skin, but the other has worn him thin enough that he doesnât even bother bargaining for a better place to fuckâso instead, he tries to refocus on the press of the otherâs cock against his own. itâs enough to draw a low hum from his throat as he pauses in mouthing at the manâs neck, gaze dropping instead to admire the tenting in the otherâs pants. ]
I said all your sweet talk and confessions certainly helped your case, didnât I? Wouldâve done wondersâif you hadnât sunk your teeth somewhere they werenât welcome. [ itâs not a final say, but more of a verbal pin; meant to offer more clarity, even if he doubts the man cares for it. still, the imprint keeps him grounded, keeps the mood teasing enough to keep bantering. ] But I donât think you know much about building anticipation if weâre just going to circle the same point over and over.
[ and to prove it: wriothesley lifts his head to meet the manâs gaze, slow and deliberate, before working his hips in a subtle roll that guides the probing finger past the tight ring of muscle with a quiet grunt. he grinds once against the otherâs cock, arms curling lazily around broad shoulders as he leans in. he doesnât need to say much when the look he gives is already doing the heavy liftingâeyes half-lidded, mouth parted in a sigh that says exactly where this is headed. ]
So go on. Prove your claim already. If you desire me so wholly tonight, then leave me just like you said my scent would: wanton and tempestuousâwasnât it?
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he expected some form of resistance or retaliation but never would he have thought the wolf would go for his hair. such a delightfully bold reprimand. he can't even be all that mad as the man yanks him away from his neck, long dark strands held hostage by a fierce grip. a deeply amused chuckle bubbles forth as he matches that wry smile with his own. he neither pries himself away from the wolf's admonishing grip nor releases his own hold over him.
instead, he lifts a clawed hand to wrap around his fist, mirth dancing in his eyes as he regards him with a saccharine smile. ]
Shall you tell me to heel [ he slowly starts to disentangle those fingers from his hair. ] if I were to say that I desire your body whole-heartedly on this night?
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but semantics aside, at least the other is a good sportâgiving as good as he gets. the bite still throbs, but alongside it is the steady pulse of his carnivora soul beating with his own, no longer so out of sync by the looks and feel of it. it's still strange to see himself being more open to the idea of closeness, but maybe thatâs just his natural soul finally catching up to his body.
the full moon brings a strange tension to his limbsânot quite discomfort, but a restless energy with nowhere to go. wriothesley finds himself standing closer than he usually would, eyes lingering longer, thoughts looser, and his grin a little sharper than usual. heâs not used to indulging the pull, not fully, but he feels less like bracing and more like leaning in. ]
Well, it's somewhat reassuring to see you're still capable of some manners. The sweet-talk certainly helps.
[ there's a huff, as if thatâs the bare minimum the other ought to offerâbut even so, wriothesley doesnât shrug off the arm around his waist. when the other reaches up to coax his fingers loose, wriothesley shifts his hand beneath that hold to lace their fingers together, his grin growing coy. meanwhile his free hand trails slowly up the other's arm, settling at the crook of his neck and shoulder, guiding the stranger to tilt his chinâturning his face at a few deliberate angles under the hazy wash of the nearby streetlight. wriothesley studies him there, close and unhurried, like heâs weighing what kind of trouble this person might be. ]
But Iâll admit, Iâm flattered my scent alone was enough to draw a confession out of you. So go onâtell me more. And donât be shy.
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for now, he cares not for such trivialities, his attention focused on the rhythmic beat of the wolf's heart as well as the lingering and oddly delectable taste of his blood. even as the mortal begins his audacious examination of him, aodh simply observes him, whilst quietly licking the remnants of that metallic fluid from his lips. he has never possessed much interest in food, no less blood, yet he finds that the wolf's is not so bad.
unbothered by the blatant scrutinization, aodh takes his casual admission to mean favorability and, as their interests seem to be quite aligned (in once again his humble opinion), he merrily â with far too much ease â lifts the man with his left arm, aptly propping him up against the brick wall that makes up one half of the narrow alleyway. ] Instead of telling you what I desire to do to you, why don't I just [ his right hand lowers down to cup the wolf's bottom, giving his cheek a firm squeeze. ] show you? Actionâ [ he leans forward, tilting his head slightly as he playfully nips at his ear. ] tends to carry far more satisfaction than words alone.
aodh should always come with cw: weird and spicy taco bell sauce handsy stuff
normally, he wouldnât entertain such graceless approaches, but thereâs something instinctual in his natural soul that doesnât mind a little closeness. it even invites it, and not just in the way the man describes his scent, but in how heat seems to settle thick between them. the budding imprint is just as telling to wriothesley, obvious in the way that familiar sense of calm begins to surface between them. it starts as a low hum at the back of his throat, something felt even before it's understoodânot out of surrender, but out of recognition and alignment.
it makes it easier to get settled in the other manâs grip, and wriothesley chuckles when he feels bold fingers kneading into his backside. shameless, but charming in a way, and he allows the stranger his fun just as he indulges in his own. especially in the way his tail slips free to sway as layers are tugged and maneuvered to allow touch. the man clearly towers over him, marked by strength stronger than his own if the ease of keeping him lifted without so much as a sweat is anything to go by. but what wriothesley hadnât expected was for the stranger to lean in and go for his ears.
they twitch and flatten immediately. the press of lips, the sudden playful nip of teeth; itâs too sensitive at first, enough to pull a grunt from his throat. but theyâre close enough now for wriothesley to finally get a good whiff of the otherâs scent in turn. and what he finds leads him to immediately fist the collar of the strangerâs shirt and tug him forward for more.
it hits him low and sharp, heady and undeniable, like the curl of ozone off tempered steel. the kind of charge that comes before thunder. it doesnât choke the air, but rather claims it.
and still, wriothesley leans in closer, nosing along the manâs neck before setting his mouth there. he laves his tongue over skin, and grazes teeth over the line of his throat. not because heâs lost to it, but because the instinct to pull away never comes. heâs smelled fear before. alongside greed and desperation. but this isnât any of those ugly feelings. this is what presence smells like. it's akin to something ancient brushing up against his skin, reminding him there are things worth kneeling to, if only in thought. ]
A shame you didnât think to start things off like this. [ he murmurs into the column of the manâs throat, sinking further into his grip until their hips press flush, enough for him to feel the strangerâs arousal firm against the seat of his groin. ] You might have me in your hands, but donât expect me to be swayed so easily.
[ even knee-deep in his momentary heat, wriothesley knows heâs far above fucking in a dank alleyway. but heâs curious to see what the other man does to sweeten the momentâbecause wriothesleyâs real seat of power has always been in knowing when to walk away. ]
no fr tho he needs to come preemptively with an apology letter lmf
he needs not lie nor conceal parts of himself, for nothing he says nor does shall ever result in dire consequence (or at least dire in his eyes). perhaps, he may gain to use some tact on occasion, if only to circumvent any easily avoidable misgivings. however, it rarely crosses his mind to. he has never cared for others' perception of him, lest they are his prospective mate â and even then, he is unafraid to offend or anger them, incidentally or otherwise.
the wolf is no exception. he certainly doesn't see anything wrong with his initial approach.
harmless teasing, really; only meant for a passing stranger. he never intended for it to escalate, but now that it has, he has no intentions of simply letting him go, not when he can feel the oh so familiar pull of an imprint manifesting between them.
even without it, he knows that the wolf is receptive of his advances, a burgeoning smile curving the corners of his lips as he is abruptly pulled forward and a daring tongue darts out to taste flesh that currently permeates an undeniable heat. ] You surely jest. Would you truly have me take you like so upon meeting when you already balk at mine lack of decorum? [ his tone carries with it a faint laugh as his hips deliberately rolls up against the man, allowing him a grandiose sampling of what awaits him. ] Ah, lest your true intent is to provide yourself ample cause to act out against mine body. [ âalmost thoughtful. ]
Then, [ he whispers coyly against that flattened ear, telekinetically beginning to undo the wolf's pants until it has loosened enough to slide his hand past the fabric and find purchase between his buttocks, the pad of his middle finger grazing a delicate opening. ] shall I embolden you to it further?
cw: aodh's formal speech almost killing the mood
I said all your sweet talk and confessions certainly helped your case, didnât I? Wouldâve done wondersâif you hadnât sunk your teeth somewhere they werenât welcome. [ itâs not a final say, but more of a verbal pin; meant to offer more clarity, even if he doubts the man cares for it. still, the imprint keeps him grounded, keeps the mood teasing enough to keep bantering. ] But I donât think you know much about building anticipation if weâre just going to circle the same point over and over.
[ and to prove it: wriothesley lifts his head to meet the manâs gaze, slow and deliberate, before working his hips in a subtle roll that guides the probing finger past the tight ring of muscle with a quiet grunt. he grinds once against the otherâs cock, arms curling lazily around broad shoulders as he leans in. he doesnât need to say much when the look he gives is already doing the heavy liftingâeyes half-lidded, mouth parted in a sigh that says exactly where this is headed. ]
So go on. Prove your claim already. If you desire me so wholly tonight, then leave me just like you said my scent would: wanton and tempestuousâwasnât it?