[The moment Drew realizes that Grey doesn't have a problem with where his hands might go they turn a little more eager, sliding up the other man's spine until they were just below his shoulder blades, with blunt fingernails which then trace their way back down to rest on his hips again. He wasn't interested in pushing too far, it was too nice to just say this way, even as his own heart picked up speed and he seemed to get impossibly hotter.
It was strange, the feeling of Grey's body beneath him. It was the kind of body he wasn't strictly used to- back home bodies were well fed, especially the kind of bodies Drew tended to spend time with, hard werewolf bodies built of layers of thick muscle stretched over broad frames and covered with coarse hair. It wasn't to say Grey's body was bad, just different... coupled with the overwhelming urge that Drew should pay it more care and attention than he would others even as his tongue caresses Grey's in a surprisingly gentle yet heartfelt kiss.]
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It was strange, the feeling of Grey's body beneath him. It was the kind of body he wasn't strictly used to- back home bodies were well fed, especially the kind of bodies Drew tended to spend time with, hard werewolf bodies built of layers of thick muscle stretched over broad frames and covered with coarse hair. It wasn't to say Grey's body was bad, just different... coupled with the overwhelming urge that Drew should pay it more care and attention than he would others even as his tongue caresses Grey's in a surprisingly gentle yet heartfelt kiss.]