[ Grey is not a stranger to this. Touching, holding, sex. It's been a long time, but he knows what he's doing.
He thought he knew what he was doing.
It's never really been like this. Not with bright lights and warm temperatures, and bodies that were young and strong and whole like Drew's. It's new, but he already knows he doesn't want to stop here. He doesn't think he could stop touching Drew if he tried, and he has no intention of trying.
But then Drew stops, and that sound. Grey looks suddenly startled, and then his smile flashes. He'd been told about this. His hand shifts, following that sound, sliding up and over Drew's chest. Then he leans in, and puts his lips there. It's like he's chasing the growl, kissing across Drew's chest and along his collarbone, up to his neck. That sound is Drew. That's the werewolf in him. Grey knows it, and just as he'd been the first time they met, he's unafraid. ]
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He thought he knew what he was doing.
It's never really been like this. Not with bright lights and warm temperatures, and bodies that were young and strong and whole like Drew's. It's new, but he already knows he doesn't want to stop here. He doesn't think he could stop touching Drew if he tried, and he has no intention of trying.
But then Drew stops, and that sound. Grey looks suddenly startled, and then his smile flashes. He'd been told about this. His hand shifts, following that sound, sliding up and over Drew's chest. Then he leans in, and puts his lips there. It's like he's chasing the growl, kissing across Drew's chest and along his collarbone, up to his neck. That sound is Drew. That's the werewolf in him. Grey knows it, and just as he'd been the first time they met, he's unafraid. ]