[And, sure enough, that's exactly what Thistle will get to see. That promise combined with the brush of fangs, and then all the teasing... It's more than enough to make it seemingly impossible to hang on any longer.
Cal's back arches, his head pressing against the tree as he cries out, hips bucking into the redhead with the intense wave of pure bliss. It captures all his attention enough that he momentarily stops caring how loud he is.
Thistle will be able to note the brief glow of his eyes, and then the way those golden streaks in his hair take on a lighter shade. Fading almost completely to white. Even his teeth seem affected; some are just a little longer and sharper than before.
Meanwhile, Cal focuses through the haze on the redhead. Part of what he said is sinking in, and he can't help feeling a touch excited to see what he intends to do next. Curious fingers reach out to thread through those much longer locks, a lot of that shyness now moved much further to the back of his mind.]
[ As Cal comes undone, Thistle watches every second of it. The way his lover arches back - exposing his neck to him so temptingly, the sound that falls from his lips, the glow of eyes, the lightening of hair, and sharper teeth. Everything about it is his fierce kitten rising to the surface, unhindered by thoughts and feelings.
Only absolute pleasure bringing this scene before him and Thistle loves it. Wants to see more of this feral side. It may not happen here and now, while they're in this magical bubble in some dream forest - but someday. Someday he wants to watch Cal let go of everything. For now, he simply works Cal through this first orgasm brought on by someone else's touch.
Thistle smiles against his lover's lips when fingers delve into his hair, a brief kiss that hardly speaks of how he feels witnessing this act of pleasure. ]
A breathtaking view, watching you orgasm under my touch. [ Idly his fingers continue to tease Cal, curious to see how quickly he'll be ready for round two. And if it means he's coating his fingers for what comes next, only they will know. ]
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Cal's back arches, his head pressing against the tree as he cries out, hips bucking into the redhead with the intense wave of pure bliss. It captures all his attention enough that he momentarily stops caring how loud he is.
Thistle will be able to note the brief glow of his eyes, and then the way those golden streaks in his hair take on a lighter shade. Fading almost completely to white. Even his teeth seem affected; some are just a little longer and sharper than before.
Meanwhile, Cal focuses through the haze on the redhead. Part of what he said is sinking in, and he can't help feeling a touch excited to see what he intends to do next. Curious fingers reach out to thread through those much longer locks, a lot of that shyness now moved much further to the back of his mind.]
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Only absolute pleasure bringing this scene before him and Thistle loves it. Wants to see more of this feral side. It may not happen here and now, while they're in this magical bubble in some dream forest - but someday. Someday he wants to watch Cal let go of everything. For now, he simply works Cal through this first orgasm brought on by someone else's touch.
Thistle smiles against his lover's lips when fingers delve into his hair, a brief kiss that hardly speaks of how he feels witnessing this act of pleasure. ]
A breathtaking view, watching you orgasm under my touch. [ Idly his fingers continue to tease Cal, curious to see how quickly he'll be ready for round two. And if it means he's coating his fingers for what comes next, only they will know. ]