Shivering a little at the affection,he brightened. Fingers stilling as he arched against the other's teeth a little,offering a playful tug against his belt. "Make the sound. The one when you chase me."He demanded,tone wide,hopeful.
Of course,anything the older male did as the wolf Des found hot, and fascinating to a point. Biting his lip at the thought of the angry pissed off growl the other made had him inching closer,resuming fiddling with Marc's belt