Emrys' body arched, crying out as Mirs teeth sunk into his neck. Fingers carded through the messy bond hair, tugging at the soft strands as he rocked his body to meet each thrust. His mind seemed to temporarily short circuit and it took a moment to register what the werewolf was saying.
"Only yours," the boy moaned out. He would be sore later, but all he could think about was how amazing this felt, his master fucking him into oblivion. "Gods M-Mir.." He stumbled over the mans name. It felt strange to call his master by his proper name but it was incredibly arousing at the same time. He pulled the werewolf closer as they moved together, nipping along his neck. Returning the gesture, Emrys bit down at the juncture where Mirs collarbone and neck met, knowing this time there would definitely be a mark left behind.