nosco: (✘ 09)
ᴀsɪʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏʀ ([personal profile] nosco) wrote in [community profile] loccent 2020-04-16 02:10 am (UTC)

[ Be it far from him to deprive her of what she wants. He's not shy about his body. After a thousand years and then some, he finds modesty overrated, if at times, necessary.

He catches her wrists, gaze intent on her face, and draws her hands to his lips so he can nip at her thumb. ]


Mi amor, I would never dream of denying you.

[ It's the truth - at least for the here and now. Her arousal is intoxicating; the weight of her a heady promise of something more. But today, they will play. And he will indulge her in everything she wants while keeping his wits about them so that they do not ruin their fun.

He has been told (often enough) that he is beautiful to behold. It is a source of pride that he does not shy from. When he sheds his shirt, he does so by reaching back to grasp the fabric settled on his neck. It is not only men who enjoy a little show.

Werewolves are gifted with young and powerful bodies. Age does not touch them, disease does not ravage them - except in the most vulnerable of places, the mind. Still, he has scars and he bears them with the grace of a warrior. Claw marks mar the teak of his skin, silver against the dark. Eun will see the hint of it along his ribs. ]

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