Emrys trembled as Mirs mouth moved along his neck, fingers tangling in the blonde hair. He wanted this. He wanted the bruises and bite marks on his skin. He wanted to be marked as Mirs, to know that he was still only his Masters and no one else's. The fact that the werewolf said they could stop at anytime seemed to just fuel the boy on more. It showed that Mir wasn't just after one thing tonight. But Emrys wanted to make up for the past week as well. He wanted to feel his Master completely.
As his leg was pulled over the other, the boy shifted his body so he was straddling the mans waist. He let his nails drag lightly over the werewolf's bare chest as he leaned down to kiss and nip at the mans neck, leaving marks of his own.
"Tell me I'm still yours Master," The boy whimpered, not caring that he may have sounded needy in that moment. He needed to hear it, to know for sure. "Please.."