[ The sound of the wolf is surreal, but addictive. It's so uniquely Drew, that Grey can't help liking it. It's something like a game, chasing that sound, seeing how many new patches of skin he can touch.
Like a game, except it's soothing, too. These arms are soothing. Tonight has been a terrible night, full of the kind of stress he hasn't known since he was on the Train. He wants to forget that. He wants to get lost in this, because it's full of so much warmth, and friendship, and kindness. It's full of everything Drew has been to him since they met.
How could he not want that? How could he not want Drew?
Grey reaches up, touches Drew's face, and a little smile breaks on him. He nods, firmly, and then kisses Drew again. This time it's back on his lips, and it's with clear intent. He parts his lips to seek out Drew's tongue again. His hands slide down, over Drew's hips, and he pulls him forward to press against him. Yes, he wants this. He wants it all. ]
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Like a game, except it's soothing, too. These arms are soothing. Tonight has been a terrible night, full of the kind of stress he hasn't known since he was on the Train. He wants to forget that. He wants to get lost in this, because it's full of so much warmth, and friendship, and kindness. It's full of everything Drew has been to him since they met.
How could he not want that? How could he not want Drew?
Grey reaches up, touches Drew's face, and a little smile breaks on him. He nods, firmly, and then kisses Drew again. This time it's back on his lips, and it's with clear intent. He parts his lips to seek out Drew's tongue again. His hands slide down, over Drew's hips, and he pulls him forward to press against him. Yes, he wants this. He wants it all. ]