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[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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