[Heat builds up inside of Fenris's gut, which is normal enough, but it becomes so intense he finds himself a little too aware of it. It doesn't stop him from dragging his claws up Rafe's sides, or continuing to press his body against Rafe's until he's up against the wall, but after a moment he has to pull back for air — a strong huff escaping his lips but mostly through his nose — oddly hot air, funnily enough.
Fenris's chest heaves and his green eyes fleck with bits of blue glow like his markings. It's then when one of his hands change course and he hooks a long claw on to the hem of Rafe's pants, tugging him forward as he walks back towards...well, he has no bed. But he wants to get comfortable. A pile of soft things on the floor is good enough, right? Right.]
cw: body dysmorphia, implications of sexual abuse, slavery and physical abuse
Fenris's chest heaves and his green eyes fleck with bits of blue glow like his markings. It's then when one of his hands change course and he hooks a long claw on to the hem of Rafe's pants, tugging him forward as he walks back towards...well, he has no bed. But he wants to get comfortable. A pile of soft things on the floor is good enough, right? Right.]