[Fenris is still getting used to the strange noises he makes sometimes, like the hiss that comes out of him when he feels Rafe grind into him. He almost thinks it's coming from elsewhere until he remembers that it's just him, just something he does now — a thought he has to quickly silence as he reminds himself where he is and who he's with to prevent himself from descending into another dark place.
Rafe's hand does a good job of that. Maybe too good of a job. The markings glow brighter than before, and his entire body shudders — which may seem an overreaction but given the sensitive Lyrium goes that...far...it's difficult for him not to react with a loud groan that soon turns into a pleased rumble that ever so slightly rattles the floorboards beneath the small nest. He doesn't want to hurt Rafe again, so instead of digging into his shoulder a clawed hand comes up to bury itself in Rafe's hair.]
cw: sex, body dysmorphia/horror, implications of past sexual/physical abuse, past slavery, ptsd
Rafe's hand does a good job of that. Maybe too good of a job. The markings glow brighter than before, and his entire body shudders — which may seem an overreaction but given the sensitive Lyrium goes that...far...it's difficult for him not to react with a loud groan that soon turns into a pleased rumble that ever so slightly rattles the floorboards beneath the small nest. He doesn't want to hurt Rafe again, so instead of digging into his shoulder a clawed hand comes up to bury itself in Rafe's hair.]