The boy's heart swelled at the words, the confirmation that he was still his Masters. He shook his head quickly at the mans unfinished question, knowing exactly what he was referring to. It didn't hurt anymore, but there were still some faint bruises on his skin, still healing.
Emrys moaned as his masters hand slipped inside his sleep pants, hips rocking into the touch. His hands moved to quickly undo the button on the mans pants, stroking the man through his boxers as his teeth sunk into the soft skin of the werewolfs neck, a small growl escaping him. "Mine" he breathed out, nuzzling behind Mirs ear as he raised his hips to start tugging off the mans pants. "My beautiful Master.."