[ Matt watches as she comes closer, his attention flickering between her and the wolf. Anxiety prickles at the bottom of his brain, but slowly eases when the moment stretches with no ill effects. No aggression from the Wolfman, save an impatient rut of its hips. Matt soothes him with another stroke. The wolf's moan harmonizes, half human groan and half canine whimper.
At the question, Matt can't help a startled smile. ]
I don't know, [ he admits. But it's what he hopes. It's simple--stupid, even, some might say--but there are so many people who yearn so badly to be touched. Who'd howl for it, if they felt they could.
Matt looks to the woman's hands, pressed courteously to her thighs, then up to her face. He thinks he can tell what she's looking at--frankly, he doesn't blame her--and can't help a small thrill of cosmos. That gorgeous moment when everyone wants the same thing, when all desires align like planets in a harmonious configuration. He strokes the wolf's erection again, going almost showily slow this time, twisting his wrist to let his fingers curl all the way around the creature's shaft. He squeezes. Releases. Dips down to lick the swollen head of the wolf's erection, drawing another feral whine. He glances sidelong back at the woman. ] I thought--maybe he was like us, and if I just--
[ With his other hand, he caresses the wolf's stomach, his hip--more human in shape than lupine. ]
Like kissing a frog to turn him back into a prince, you know?
You can touch him. If you want, [ he adds after a moment. ] I think he'd like it, I mean--he'd be okay with it. [ Even if she's another practitioner, which Matt thinks she well could be, given her level of relative chill with everything, it's hard to find the braincells right now to explain that he set up the spell to attract only receptive partners. ] And I'll be right here.
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At the question, Matt can't help a startled smile. ]
I don't know, [ he admits. But it's what he hopes. It's simple--stupid, even, some might say--but there are so many people who yearn so badly to be touched. Who'd howl for it, if they felt they could.
Matt looks to the woman's hands, pressed courteously to her thighs, then up to her face. He thinks he can tell what she's looking at--frankly, he doesn't blame her--and can't help a small thrill of cosmos. That gorgeous moment when everyone wants the same thing, when all desires align like planets in a harmonious configuration. He strokes the wolf's erection again, going almost showily slow this time, twisting his wrist to let his fingers curl all the way around the creature's shaft. He squeezes. Releases. Dips down to lick the swollen head of the wolf's erection, drawing another feral whine. He glances sidelong back at the woman. ] I thought--maybe he was like us, and if I just--
[ With his other hand, he caresses the wolf's stomach, his hip--more human in shape than lupine. ]
Like kissing a frog to turn him back into a prince, you know?
You can touch him. If you want, [ he adds after a moment. ] I think he'd like it, I mean--he'd be okay with it. [ Even if she's another practitioner, which Matt thinks she well could be, given her level of relative chill with everything, it's hard to find the braincells right now to explain that he set up the spell to attract only receptive partners. ] And I'll be right here.