Something about the way Arawn is acting sets Kyo on edge. The tension in his body make an aura of impatience had to ignore. Whether it's the man's brow twitching on the subtle way he sets his jaw or the burning heat in his eyes that makes Kyo's pulse race faster. He feels like the prey in front of a predator, caught in its gaze with an instinctive desire to do something and that doesn't sit well with him.
Doesn't help matters that Arawn looks like he's having trouble breathing. Not from illness, but from restraint. Barely-held restraint. Kyo may have just walked into a wolf's den, but he refuses to back down despite his own hackles rising. Unlike his damn clansmen, he won't approach this with some cowardly substitute. He was brought here for a reason, and has no intention of leaving without knowing what the hell it is. Seeing the king's sliver of white teeth between his lips at his defiance is encouragement to him and Kyo smirks dangerous at the sound of that soft growl. Warning? Bring it on. He's not-
"Huh?!" Until Arawn abruptly grabs his arm. Shit! He thought he was going to pounce! Instead, he's grappled and hauled forward, almost stumbling on his feet, though surprising reflexes quickly catch the motion before he can trip. Kyo tenses up when the wolf suddenly shoves his face against his neck, eyes widening at the inhale. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" There's a big different between attacking him and doing... well... that!
Kyo arches slightly when that hand grapples with his hip, skin shivering when the prick of claws dig into his pelvis and upper arm. His bicep hardens under his sleeve and Kyo jerks his hips backwards against Arawn's grab. Feels a damn bruise starting up. "HEY!!" He's licking him?! Kyo tilts his head to the side, trying to avoid that hot tongue running up the length of his neck, right up his jugular. "I'm no one's!" If this guy thinks he can claim him just because he's the damn king, then Arawn's got another thing coming! Even if he does sound like a fucking animal in heat...
Kyo slams both hands onto the wolf's shoulders, tightening them and pressing as he's hauled onto his lap, one knee wedging between Arawn's hip and the throne arm, the other leg still extended to press to the ground in front of it. Teeth sink into his neck and Kyo yells in surprise, anger, and slight alarm. It's not piercing his skin yet, no blood, but the intent... fuck. He shudders against himself, fingers kneading at Arawn's shoulder. That show of dominance and force isn't easy to ignore. And neither's the prominent rising hardness between the wolf's legs.
Oh. Fuck. The pieces click into place. "Fuck. You."
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Doesn't help matters that Arawn looks like he's having trouble breathing. Not from illness, but from restraint. Barely-held restraint. Kyo may have just walked into a wolf's den, but he refuses to back down despite his own hackles rising. Unlike his damn clansmen, he won't approach this with some cowardly substitute. He was brought here for a reason, and has no intention of leaving without knowing what the hell it is. Seeing the king's sliver of white teeth between his lips at his defiance is encouragement to him and Kyo smirks dangerous at the sound of that soft growl. Warning? Bring it on. He's not-
"Huh?!" Until Arawn abruptly grabs his arm. Shit! He thought he was going to pounce! Instead, he's grappled and hauled forward, almost stumbling on his feet, though surprising reflexes quickly catch the motion before he can trip. Kyo tenses up when the wolf suddenly shoves his face against his neck, eyes widening at the inhale. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" There's a big different between attacking him and doing... well... that!
Kyo arches slightly when that hand grapples with his hip, skin shivering when the prick of claws dig into his pelvis and upper arm. His bicep hardens under his sleeve and Kyo jerks his hips backwards against Arawn's grab. Feels a damn bruise starting up. "HEY!!" He's licking him?! Kyo tilts his head to the side, trying to avoid that hot tongue running up the length of his neck, right up his jugular. "I'm no one's!" If this guy thinks he can claim him just because he's the damn king, then Arawn's got another thing coming! Even if he does sound like a fucking animal in heat...
Kyo slams both hands onto the wolf's shoulders, tightening them and pressing as he's hauled onto his lap, one knee wedging between Arawn's hip and the throne arm, the other leg still extended to press to the ground in front of it. Teeth sink into his neck and Kyo yells in surprise, anger, and slight alarm. It's not piercing his skin yet, no blood, but the intent... fuck. He shudders against himself, fingers kneading at Arawn's shoulder. That show of dominance and force isn't easy to ignore. And neither's the prominent rising hardness between the wolf's legs.
Oh. Fuck. The pieces click into place. "Fuck. You."