Kyo's nothing if not reactive to things. The surge of emotions right now prompts a rush of them, his shock and disgust at the reality of what happened driving him to shove away from Arawn, the angry rejection of his family pushing him to accept the wolf's offer no matter what the hell it cost just to get away from those assholes makes him want to stick around Arawn, and the obvious human reaction of arousal tempting him to lean in closer to feel just how hard, hot, and heavy the werewolf is. Because of his curse, Kyo's never really been able to get close to other people, women causing him to transform and men because that's embarrassing and Kyo usually picks fights with them.
Now Arawn is touching him, way more than anyone's ever done, his hand spreading over his stomach and chest and causing Kyo's abs and pectorals to harden beneath the wandering combo of fingers and palm. Even with just his hand on him, Kyo can tell Arawn's strong; he's drawn to strength, both presence and physical, both which the werewolf exudes despite the heat coursing through him. He doesn't rescind his words either, glaring right into the topaz eyes with his own flashing scarlet. Vertical pupils blown wide, lips showing amusement at his defiance, Kyo takes all those reactions in Arawn gives him and flares back at him.
"I'm more a challenge than you've ever had before," he snaps back, snarling at the wolf's smirk. Lips draw back from his teeth, sharper canines baring when Arawn's mouth returns to his tan skin. Kyo tugs his head to the side when the man starts to mouth over his shoulder and neck, gritting his teeth and cussing under his breath when the werewolf's mouth starts working to bruise him. Bastard! He's going to be showing that shit tomorrow! Kyo wants to grab his shirt and pull it to cover up the area Arawn's making a saliva-spotted mess. But he also doesn't want to show any sign of weakness, embarrassment, or vulnerability in front of anyone else in this room. So he stays his hand and instead fists his grip on the king's bicep and shoulder, deliberately lifting up on his knees to be "taller" than the wolf and keep his hips and ass off the man's lap on purpose.
Kyo arches into the hands shoving up over his torso, lithe body and athletic muscle hardening beneath his skin as those rough palms map out his upper body. His hand remind him briefly of canine paws, for obvious reasons, and Kyo glares off to the side as one catches him round the back to trap him there while the other starts messing with a dusky nipple. It makes him bite his lower lip to keep the sharp sound from escaping as the sensitive bud gets flicked and brushed, then breathes out when Arawn leaves it alone and draws back. His chest feels hot, his neck feels like a damn molten patch of sun's been plastered to it. Probably has saliva gleaming and hickey marks there already-
"Like hell!" Kyo immediately yanks his arms down, fighting against the removal of his shirt. If it were just Arawn (and his pack, whatever) maybe he wouldn't fight it as much, but the fact his own damn family members are still here, watching him, Kyo flat out refuses the attempt. He's not going to let those bastards watch him get bred or whatever right here on the damn throne! "Tell them to get lost!" That one's more a growl, quieter, but still emphatic.
Even if it's Kyo resisting his attention, Arawn appreciates the strength and resolve he's showing. A docile mate would be easier in the condition he's in, something he thinks he'd accept without complaint if he'd found them to his liking, but he prefers this. That spark of passion even if it's directed at him in such a vicious and disapproving way. It means Kyo feels and cares, and that's something that he's always valued in himself and his pack. It gets you a long way in the world, for better or worse.
Still, he can feel his own frustration at Kyo's resistance. Arawn's too far into his rut now to want to drag things out. All he wants is to feel some kind of relief, and touching more of that warm skin, tasting it, is giving it to him. His teeth relent only for a few seconds, long enough to drag his tongue slowly over the indent of teeth there, feeling the heat of a mark forming. Imagining what it'll be like to sink his teeth into the other's skin, how it'll break under his teeth and give way to a mark that Kyo and everyone else will see and know who the other belongs to. But if he has his way, Kyo won't need a mark to remind him.
Before he can give into the urge to bite down again, he's interrupted by the way those arms are yanked down, stopping him from removing the shirt. It earns a sharp, aggravated growl and a flash of teeth as Arawn lifts his head, ears and tail erect as one hand reaches back, grabbing the back of Kyo's neck to keep him still. There's a press of his claws in warning. "They don't matter." The words come out as a low rumble Kyo can likely feel being so close to Arawn. "Show them what they're losing." He can't articulate fully what he means. It's hard for him to find the right words. But he does know that this is the Sohmas lost. They served Kyo up to him on a platter without telling Kyo why, and that doesn't sit well with him. They've ruined what grace he might have given them.
"People like them get nothing." His eyes flick briefly from Kyo to instead fix a hard stare on the Sohmas, one ear swiveling forward to hear whatever they might have to say. But then his gaze is back on Kyo, one hand moving to pull the shirt off Kyo again. "Take it off."
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Now Arawn is touching him, way more than anyone's ever done, his hand spreading over his stomach and chest and causing Kyo's abs and pectorals to harden beneath the wandering combo of fingers and palm. Even with just his hand on him, Kyo can tell Arawn's strong; he's drawn to strength, both presence and physical, both which the werewolf exudes despite the heat coursing through him. He doesn't rescind his words either, glaring right into the topaz eyes with his own flashing scarlet. Vertical pupils blown wide, lips showing amusement at his defiance, Kyo takes all those reactions in Arawn gives him and flares back at him.
"I'm more a challenge than you've ever had before," he snaps back, snarling at the wolf's smirk. Lips draw back from his teeth, sharper canines baring when Arawn's mouth returns to his tan skin. Kyo tugs his head to the side when the man starts to mouth over his shoulder and neck, gritting his teeth and cussing under his breath when the werewolf's mouth starts working to bruise him. Bastard! He's going to be showing that shit tomorrow! Kyo wants to grab his shirt and pull it to cover up the area Arawn's making a saliva-spotted mess. But he also doesn't want to show any sign of weakness, embarrassment, or vulnerability in front of anyone else in this room. So he stays his hand and instead fists his grip on the king's bicep and shoulder, deliberately lifting up on his knees to be "taller" than the wolf and keep his hips and ass off the man's lap on purpose.
Kyo arches into the hands shoving up over his torso, lithe body and athletic muscle hardening beneath his skin as those rough palms map out his upper body. His hand remind him briefly of canine paws, for obvious reasons, and Kyo glares off to the side as one catches him round the back to trap him there while the other starts messing with a dusky nipple. It makes him bite his lower lip to keep the sharp sound from escaping as the sensitive bud gets flicked and brushed, then breathes out when Arawn leaves it alone and draws back. His chest feels hot, his neck feels like a damn molten patch of sun's been plastered to it. Probably has saliva gleaming and hickey marks there already-
"Like hell!" Kyo immediately yanks his arms down, fighting against the removal of his shirt. If it were just Arawn (and his pack, whatever) maybe he wouldn't fight it as much, but the fact his own damn family members are still here, watching him, Kyo flat out refuses the attempt. He's not going to let those bastards watch him get bred or whatever right here on the damn throne! "Tell them to get lost!" That one's more a growl, quieter, but still emphatic.
Maybe even a trade...
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Still, he can feel his own frustration at Kyo's resistance. Arawn's too far into his rut now to want to drag things out. All he wants is to feel some kind of relief, and touching more of that warm skin, tasting it, is giving it to him. His teeth relent only for a few seconds, long enough to drag his tongue slowly over the indent of teeth there, feeling the heat of a mark forming. Imagining what it'll be like to sink his teeth into the other's skin, how it'll break under his teeth and give way to a mark that Kyo and everyone else will see and know who the other belongs to. But if he has his way, Kyo won't need a mark to remind him.
Before he can give into the urge to bite down again, he's interrupted by the way those arms are yanked down, stopping him from removing the shirt. It earns a sharp, aggravated growl and a flash of teeth as Arawn lifts his head, ears and tail erect as one hand reaches back, grabbing the back of Kyo's neck to keep him still. There's a press of his claws in warning. "They don't matter." The words come out as a low rumble Kyo can likely feel being so close to Arawn. "Show them what they're losing." He can't articulate fully what he means. It's hard for him to find the right words. But he does know that this is the Sohmas lost. They served Kyo up to him on a platter without telling Kyo why, and that doesn't sit well with him. They've ruined what grace he might have given them.
"People like them get nothing." His eyes flick briefly from Kyo to instead fix a hard stare on the Sohmas, one ear swiveling forward to hear whatever they might have to say. But then his gaze is back on Kyo, one hand moving to pull the shirt off Kyo again. "Take it off."