[The huff that bursts from Fenris's nostrils is a decent enough indicator that the hands on the back of his thighs are more than welcome — if not that then surely the way his body presses into every bit of contact, pulsing glow picking up where it left off, reflecting off of both their bodies, is enough.
His tongue is less erratic this time around, but still just as aggressive in its exploration of Rafe's mouth, possessively twirling around and wrapping, greedily sliding around every unexplored inch.
Grounded. He feels grounded. Comfortable. He can already shake the unease that had knocked him so hard his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. Maybe he's ready, or maybe he's impatient, but either way his clawed hands reach back to guide Rafe's hands back to his ass, pushing his hips forward if that wasn't clear enough.]
cw: body dysmorphia/horror, implications of past sexual/physical abuse, past slavery, ptsd
Date: 2021-01-10 01:45 am (UTC)His tongue is less erratic this time around, but still just as aggressive in its exploration of Rafe's mouth, possessively twirling around and wrapping, greedily sliding around every unexplored inch.
Grounded. He feels grounded. Comfortable. He can already shake the unease that had knocked him so hard his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. Maybe he's ready, or maybe he's impatient, but either way his clawed hands reach back to guide Rafe's hands back to his ass, pushing his hips forward if that wasn't clear enough.]