[ The low sound he makes is equal parts surprise and arousal. Baptiste is not shy. Domineering, even. Basch may have initiated, but he feels claimed, pushed to prove himself.
He's desperate to do so. Teeth on his lip are met with a tongue pressing back to Baptiste's, rolling hips greeted with a firm, almost bruising grip to the other's ass. He moans again at the hand in his hair. The order is welcome, because otherwise he might just mount the other here, or beg to be mounted, but the idea of a den is enough to set him yearning.
Baptiste's words are redundant; Basch shifted to hold him the second those legs started coming up, but he's still breathless at it, pleased to be relied on, eager to stay close, to keep any other potential mates at bay.
He steps forward, but his thoughts reel as Baptiste kisses and nips at his neck, his eyelids fluttering and his arousal pulsing wantingly against the other's form. He hazily casts his gaze, searching for a destination, but it's not long before he turns his own head, pulling the other's lobe into his mouth, grazing with teeth before nipping down his neck, walking all the while.
He's taking den literally. There's place near the water where rocky caves and grottos offer some privacy, and right now, that's exactly what he wants. ]
ugh migraines got me this week
He's desperate to do so. Teeth on his lip are met with a tongue pressing back to Baptiste's, rolling hips greeted with a firm, almost bruising grip to the other's ass. He moans again at the hand in his hair. The order is welcome, because otherwise he might just mount the other here, or beg to be mounted, but the idea of a den is enough to set him yearning.
Baptiste's words are redundant; Basch shifted to hold him the second those legs started coming up, but he's still breathless at it, pleased to be relied on, eager to stay close, to keep any other potential mates at bay.
He steps forward, but his thoughts reel as Baptiste kisses and nips at his neck, his eyelids fluttering and his arousal pulsing wantingly against the other's form. He hazily casts his gaze, searching for a destination, but it's not long before he turns his own head, pulling the other's lobe into his mouth, grazing with teeth before nipping down his neck, walking all the while.
He's taking den literally. There's place near the water where rocky caves and grottos offer some privacy, and right now, that's exactly what he wants. ]