Arawn can't say he has much patience left for the moment. His senses are in overdrive, nerves sensitive, and it's a constant struggle to keep a hold on his human side. Every part of him is howling to give into his instincts, to take what he wants whether Kyo wants it or not. But he manages, barely, to breathe through those thoughts.
His lips part just the slightest when Kyo approaches, a slight bear of his teeth in response to the other's attitude. There's a low, steady rumble that builds in his chest in warning as the other draws closer - the closest thing to a warning Kyo will get from the wolf that's wound tight and ready to snap. He reaches out once Kyo is within reach, closing a hand around his bicep to haul him closer. Close enough that he can lean in and tuck his face against the curve of his neck.
He draws in a deep breath, his other hand grabbing at Kyo's hip. This far gone, his claws are out, dark nails that dig into the other's hip and bicep to still him, and that grip is tight, enough that it will likely bruise. "You're here," he manages to get out in a low growl, giving into that urge to drag his tongue slowly over the flutter of Kyo's pulse, tracing the line of his jugular vein. "Because you're mine." Those words are rough, the sound of an animal on the verge of losing himself to instincts.
There's no warning when he pulls Kyo further, down onto his lap. And no sooner than his weight lands there, Arawn's teeth take hold, digging into soft, warm skin. He doesn't break skin - there will be time for that later - but the intent is there. A show of force so Kyo knows who is in control here, what Arawn could do with such little effort. It should be obvious now what he wants. On his lap, the red head will feel how he's already half hard. How hot the air around them is, the scent of need strong in the air.
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His lips part just the slightest when Kyo approaches, a slight bear of his teeth in response to the other's attitude. There's a low, steady rumble that builds in his chest in warning as the other draws closer - the closest thing to a warning Kyo will get from the wolf that's wound tight and ready to snap. He reaches out once Kyo is within reach, closing a hand around his bicep to haul him closer. Close enough that he can lean in and tuck his face against the curve of his neck.
He draws in a deep breath, his other hand grabbing at Kyo's hip. This far gone, his claws are out, dark nails that dig into the other's hip and bicep to still him, and that grip is tight, enough that it will likely bruise. "You're here," he manages to get out in a low growl, giving into that urge to drag his tongue slowly over the flutter of Kyo's pulse, tracing the line of his jugular vein. "Because you're mine." Those words are rough, the sound of an animal on the verge of losing himself to instincts.
There's no warning when he pulls Kyo further, down onto his lap. And no sooner than his weight lands there, Arawn's teeth take hold, digging into soft, warm skin. He doesn't break skin - there will be time for that later - but the intent is there. A show of force so Kyo knows who is in control here, what Arawn could do with such little effort. It should be obvious now what he wants. On his lap, the red head will feel how he's already half hard. How hot the air around them is, the scent of need strong in the air.