[Fenris is having an easier time focusing on what he should be — Rafe's confident smirk, the lightness of tone returning to the conversation — it's something to ground him, remind him where he is and who he's with.
His lips pull back into a sly smile, fangs peeking out. He consciously avoids resting a hand on Rafe's injured shoulder for obvious reasons, instead carefully (he's now far too aware of his claws...) resting it on the side of his neck instead. Shifting a bit, he leans forward, tongue eagerly sliding out passed his lips as he goes in for a kiss again.]
cw: body dysmorphia/horror, implications of past sexual/physical abuse, past slavery, ptsd
His lips pull back into a sly smile, fangs peeking out. He consciously avoids resting a hand on Rafe's injured shoulder for obvious reasons, instead carefully (he's now far too aware of his claws...) resting it on the side of his neck instead. Shifting a bit, he leans forward, tongue eagerly sliding out passed his lips as he goes in for a kiss again.]