[ Stepping into the circle is almost like slipping into a sensuous bath. One's limbs feel caressed, buoyed, as if by liquid honey. Instincts are dreamily easy to follow. Though if Corry's accustomed to following his instincts, he may not notice a difference.
The man's hand slides to Matt's shoulder, then inward, squeezing the side of his neck in a gentle, but almost proprietary way. Matt's breath hitches. His neck arches into the touch. His pulse flutters pit-a-pat pit-a-pat under the strange man's thumb; his hips give a small, needy grind against the beast's cock, prompting a lupine groan.
Under no circumstances am I letting this thing penetrate me, he considers saying. ]
There's lube, [ Matt murmurs unevenly, eyes still on the wolf. He doesn't want to get totally distracted until he's sure everything's okay. ] In my left pocket.
[ And yet, with Corry in the circle, the beast seems--not docile. Eager. As if its hunger has only grown with another willing body in proximity. Amid the billow of sea-green fabric, Matt's pocket may not be the easiest thing to find, but he doesn't think the interloper will mind feeling his way around for it. He also has a harness around his chest and waist, a few buckles holding it closed. It looks like it's what's keeping the toga in place. ]
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The man's hand slides to Matt's shoulder, then inward, squeezing the side of his neck in a gentle, but almost proprietary way. Matt's breath hitches. His neck arches into the touch. His pulse flutters pit-a-pat pit-a-pat under the strange man's thumb; his hips give a small, needy grind against the beast's cock, prompting a lupine groan.
Under no circumstances am I letting this thing penetrate me, he considers saying. ]
There's lube, [ Matt murmurs unevenly, eyes still on the wolf. He doesn't want to get totally distracted until he's sure everything's okay. ] In my left pocket.
[ And yet, with Corry in the circle, the beast seems--not docile. Eager. As if its hunger has only grown with another willing body in proximity. Amid the billow of sea-green fabric, Matt's pocket may not be the easiest thing to find, but he doesn't think the interloper will mind feeling his way around for it. He also has a harness around his chest and waist, a few buckles holding it closed. It looks like it's what's keeping the toga in place. ]