[ Grey doesn’t need to be afraid. He doesn’t see a wolf when he looks at Drew, he sees someone who’s been nothing but kind to him since they met. Someone who let him come here when everything was awful, and didn’t send him away. The wolf is just a part of him, and Grey likes it as much as he likes everything else about Drew.
Which is to say, a very great deal.
He feels Drew taking his weight, and he leans obediently into that. Grey is very light, and there’s no sense of him falling no matter how much he leans off the counter. He wants to be close, that’s the important thing. His hands skate upwards, tracing the line of Drew’s back until one moves into his hair, bunching in it and tugging it lightly. He nips at his lower lip and sighs, his eyes flickering closed, while his lips part and he tastes Drew again. His stomach feels tense, and his heart is racing with anticipation. His tattoos are mostly static now, aside from the faint markings of Drew’s name that occasionally rise over his chest. He’s not focusing on them, and none of them last. But his need is building, and though there’s not much of it left, he wants rid of the clothes between them. His free hand moves to tug at the sheet around Drew’s waist, working it free. ]
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Which is to say, a very great deal.
He feels Drew taking his weight, and he leans obediently into that. Grey is very light, and there’s no sense of him falling no matter how much he leans off the counter. He wants to be close, that’s the important thing. His hands skate upwards, tracing the line of Drew’s back until one moves into his hair, bunching in it and tugging it lightly. He nips at his lower lip and sighs, his eyes flickering closed, while his lips part and he tastes Drew again. His stomach feels tense, and his heart is racing with anticipation. His tattoos are mostly static now, aside from the faint markings of Drew’s name that occasionally rise over his chest. He’s not focusing on them, and none of them last. But his need is building, and though there’s not much of it left, he wants rid of the clothes between them. His free hand moves to tug at the sheet around Drew’s waist, working it free. ]