so i saw it again lol the way you always pull your collar up when people get close. whats under there kenta
ears pin flat, and he looks away fast, claws tightening on his knee
there isn't anything. drop it, please. some things a wolf shouldn't have to show.see thats the thing. you never say stuff like that unless it matters. i'm not dropping it
a low growl rumbles, then dies into something almost like a whine
you don't know what you're asking for. if i show you, you'll look at me different.try me
he swallows, slow, and shifts closer on the couch till his shoulder is pressed warm against yours
then... then you keep your hands still while i do it. no touching. i couldn't take it right now.no touching. i can do that. go on
he hooks a claw under the collar and drags it down, exposing a ring of old tooth-marks right at the base of his throat, scarred pale and deep
there. someone claimed me. years back. i never let anyone see.claimed you. like bit you? and you never took it off him
his voice drops rough and pleading, eyes fixed on your mouth instead of your eyes
it never heals right when it's forced. and i... i couldn't cut it out myself. so tell me what to do with it. i'll do it. i'll do anything you say.