Re: Basement ; stage [adult]
Even the most wild of creatures craved touch every now and then, even if they were loathe to admit it. The wolf's gaze went heavy and half-lidded at the feel of her nails scratching against his crown and temples and behind his ears, allowing himself a moment or two of reveling in the sensation of something so simple that felt so good. It was affection, too, more than he had ever been shown in a long, long time, and likely something he wouldn't experience at any point afterward, not anytime soon. Her weight on his thigh was warm dampness, solid, and his pleasure sounded from deep in his chest. He was no stranger to roughness, the wolf, and so he didn't mind the bite; the hiss of air that escaped his lips was not one of pain.
The question of whether or not he had earned something gave him pause. He nosed against her throat, warm breath and his mouth this close to her skin. "You tell me," he countered. "Have I earned a reward? Was I good enough for one?"