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Andrew Warner ([personal profile] willinglychanged) wrote2015-07-09 12:19 am
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[personal profile] willinglychanged 2015-09-14 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] kinesia 2015-09-15 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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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