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[He liked how responsive Grey was, how the two of them seemed to fit together pretty quickly. It was nice, the kind of tactility and intimacy he expected from his friends, the kind of thing he expected from a pack. Even if this facsimile wasn't quite the real thing, it was still better than nothing.]

Fine then, don't gimme knives. Give me somethin' else.

[He grins, eyebrows raising in challenge. He could tell that Grey's expression was searching for something, the kind of thing the werewolf tended to have a pretty good idea of.]

[ This is easy for Grey. Touching, seeking out friendship and comfort. On the Train, Gilliam used to reach for Grey, and Grey would respond with willing obedience. He misses how easy they were together. He will never get that back, because Gilliam is gone. Gilliam had been everything to him, and there's a side of him that has no idea how to let that go.

But there's also a side that wants to feel the ease of that companionship again. He likes Drew's smile. He likes the way he feels when he's around him. He likes the scruff of his beard and the way he's friendly, always friendly, always welcoming. Why can't they?

He wonders, for a moment, if Gilliam would be angry.

Then he looks up, meeting Drew's eyes, and seeing his expression the same as it always is - open, warm, friendly, everything that Grey craves so much. This time, when he leans forward, he does kiss him. It comes from instinct rather than decision, because the conflict of it all is still roiling away inside him.

The moment he makes contact, though, he doesn't seem conflicted. Grey is not inexperienced with this. His hands slide over Drew's shoulders and pull him close, and his lips are soft and warm, and very lightly, they tease at Drew's. He leans in, kissing him gently, and then finishing by drawing Drew's lower lip briefly into his mouth. He leans back, lips tingling and heart thudding. He both wants, and is afraid to want.

His eyes search Drew's again, uncertain. Is it okay? Is this what he wants too? ]

[Drew's hands come up instinctively to circle Grey's waist, holding his lithe form there on the counter-top even before the other man leans in for a kiss. He can almost pinpoint the exact moment the tide turns in that regard, the way the emotions in the room suddenly tip and overflow. His lips are curled up in a smile when Grey's touch his, caught up in the moment.

It was always exciting, kissing someone new, even for a man like Drew who had kissed so many. Especially now that he was a werewolf, because suddenly the loudest noise in the room was Grey's heartbeat and Drew found himself getting lost in the rush of it as a pair of soft and warm lips pull at his own, he leans in instinctively, taking a deep breath through his nose, basking in Grey's scent.

He lets out a little sigh though when the other man inevitably pulls back, his hands tightening slightly as if he was afraid Grey would pull back entirely, he smiles widely though because it was a hell of a kiss- sweet and gentle, unlike some of the kisses he'd had recently. Instead of polluting the moment with words though he just nods eagerly. Of course this was okay, how could it not be?]

[ Something in Grey settles when Drew nods. It's been a long time, for him. He hasn't done this since he got here, and there had been a part of him that feared rejection the way he never did when he was on the Train.

But Drew hadn't done that. Drew is everything he'd seemed before; smiling, warm, happy. How is he always so happy? That's the image of him that Grey carries, the one he imagines when he's far away. He nods, in return, and then he closes that distance again.

It sends heat shooting through his body, heat the fuels his hands to move over Drew's neck and shoulders, and splay across his chest. His eyes slide closed and he presses closer, flicking an experimental tongue against Drew's lower lip. At the same time his hips move closer, so that he balances himself on the very edge of the counter with Drew's body holding him up. ]

[The heat that suddenly sparks between them excites him a little. It wasn't quite arousal yet, it was something more pure than that. Because the thing was he didn't want to just throw Grey into bed the same way he'd do with some guy at the bar. It was nice, this, instead of the way he usually dealt with these situations.

His hands do wander slightly though, pushing the other man's t-shirt out of the way so that his warm hands could settle on warm flesh, thumbs brushing at the skin he found there. He took the experimental tongue as an invitation though, his mouth falling open and his own experienced tongue flicking out to move Grey's even as he takes the boy's weight and supports him. It was a good thing he was a werewolf; his strength supported this kind of motion without any discomfort and if nothing else, it meant he felt more of Drew's body heat between the two of them even as Drew's seems to permeate the air itself.]

[ This is warm. This is very warm. It takes Grey a while to realise that the heat it not entirely what should be expected, that Drew is warmer than another man would be. But at the end of the day, of course Drew is warmer. Why would he not be? He's happier, gentler, more tactile. He's all of those good things. Why not that, too?

He doesn't even pause when his shirt is moved, when suddenly there are hands on his back. That's what he wanted too; all of this is. He sighs into Drew's mouth when he feels his tongue, and Grey responds automatically to that. His lips part and widen, and he slides his tongue against Drew's. The contact sends a warm shiver through him.

His hands have gone from tactile to exploratory, and they slide idly around Drew's back. Grey's body is the product of his lifestyle; thin, almost painfully thin, but lined with hard sinews of muscle. Drew is broader than him, much warmer than him, and the thing is that Grey has never known a body like this. So healthy, so strong. It's new, and stirs the curiosity in him. Eager fingertips move over Drew's baack and then move around, find his chest and skirt up to his neck. He likes rough stubble, and the ends of soft hair, and he plays with them. His head tilts; his lips seek more, and his thighs press lightly against either side of Drew's hips. ]

[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.]

[ Drew's kiss is not what Grey is used to. It's not quick, not rushed. Not forceful. It's languid and warm, and the longer he goes on, the more that heat seems to spread around Grey's body. His lips part around Drew's to take breath, and then with a shiver that speaks of building need, his arms tighten around him and pull him closer.

He wants those hands on his back. He knows there are tattoos spanning the length of his spine, and knows Drew is touching them without even realising it. A sigh leaves him, as their lips part for the barest of moments. Then Grey leans slightly back, and slides his arms out of his shirt. It's never buttoned, anyway. He likes having access to the tattoos on his front, just in case. It's easy to let it fall away, and then he matches Drew, chest to chest.

Grey's eyes lift, and gently, he shifts his legs so that they're around Drew, and not just against. His hands slide over Drew's chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, until he reaches the sheet bunching at his waist. Grey's fingers rest there, and then he kisses Drew again. A flush has risen over his neck, and threatens over his cheeks. ]

[He was almost surprised at how things were going, considering they were going so well. What surprised him more though was how well in control of the situation he was; normally by now the wolf could be taking over in the rush of need and instinct- the urge to dominate, the urge to do something animal. It spoke volumes about how quickly he'd become interested and invested in Grey that Drew was firmly in control of that more primal side of himself; so that he could actually enjoy this.

The roaming fingers took in the strange texture of Grey's skin, he could feel the subtle change between regular skin and needled ink, where there was muscle or scarring. It was like an adventure for his hands as he reaches the sharp turn of Grey's shoulder blade again as his hands travel upwards, stroking the curve of the other man's body before letting his hands slip down again, resting on Grey's hips and holding him there, keeping him close.

He had to break away from Grey's mouth when the other man's legs are wrapped around him though, resting his forehead against Grey's and breathing heavily, a rumbling sound erupting from deep within his throat at the contact as Grey's deft fingers linger at the flimsy sheet covering him.]

[ 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. ]

[Arousal was just starting to seep into his body, it was clear this was more than just light hearted kissing. It had the potential to go elsewhere on the drop of a pin, Drew was simultaneously excited and wary because of this.

When Grey suddenly looks afraid Drew feels cautiously embarrassed, a blush rising in his cheeks. That was, well, awkward. Knowing that he'd had that instinctive response and it was so clearly something Grey wasn't used to; but then the younger man is smiling and Drew can't help but grin, the kind of smile that just gets wider when Grey tries to chase the sound with his lips- it gets another low rumble out of Drew's chest, uncontrollable in the same way that cats purred.]

[ That sound.

It's so unique, so unlike anything Grey has encountered in anyone else. His fingers slide over Drew's chest and he keeps following the sound - lips kissing playfully along his neck, his jaw, back again and ending over his heart. Here, Grey pauses, and glances up at Drew. Then he leans his head there instead, settling it against that broad chest. He can hear the sound of Drew's heartbeat beneath.

His arms wrap around the other man, and Grey's breaths begin to steady. This night had begun with his fear of loss.

Now there are these arms and this chest and he wants to cling to them. ]

do you want me ?

[ Finally he asks that question, printing it carefully on the cheek that he upturns towards Drew. There's nothing he wouldn't give right now, if it lets him hold onto this. ]

[Drew can't help it, the more Grey follows the sound the more the wolf seems inclined on making it. He practically sounded like a poorly starting chainsaw every time the younger man's lips connected with his chest.

His hands come up and settle on Grey's shoulders, fingertips pressing into the skin there as he held Grey against him, marvelling at how strange it seemed that the two of them would've connected in this way. It was intense and emotional, the kind of thing he tended to avoid back home. When he sees that question though he chews his lip thoughtfully before cracking out a grin.]

Hell yeah I do. [He kisses Grey's cheek softly where the words had been a second ago.] But do you want it too?

[ 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. ]

[The growl is almost a constant now, a low reverberation in Drew's chest almost like a purr. He couldn't stop it from happening, especially not when Grey was practically encouraging it out of him. It was nice though, that things were going along so smoothly- especially considering Grey wasn't afraid of him. That was always one of the first things that meant things were falling apart too soon, being able to acknowledge the fact that someone was afraid of the wolf inside him.

When Grey pulls him close for another kiss though he responds eagerly, this time the kiss is hungrier, his tongue a little more probing as he takes more of Grey's weight on with the two of them being pulled together.]

[ 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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