[bearsurvived]

makhi. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • memes. • tracker. • makhi/oberyn

Is that TY OLSSON? No, that’s MAKHI LINCOLN. The 45 year old WEREBEAR ALPHA MALE is a FORMER HUNTER NOW CHEF/WAITER AT DINER. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be PROTECTIVE & RESOURCEFUL, but beware, they’re also known to be WILD & IMPULSIVE. Their friends also say that they’re into LEATHER, BLOODPLAY, SCENTING but don’t you dare try BONDAGE & SCAT  with them.

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Makhi Lincoln

Nickname(s): n/a

Age: 45

Secondary Gender: Alpha

Occupation: Hunter in the Blazepelt Pack

Pack (born): Nana (dame), Thorun (sire). 3 older siblings + more.

Pack(former): Fornn (exile, father figure)

Likes: beef, nature, pretty things, more tba

Dislikes: fire, n/a

APPEARANCE

Height: 5'11

Weight: 200 pounds

Build: muscular, thick

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue af

Bear Color: this is him

Skin (tattoos, scars): tribal along his back, up his shoulder and half of his face, big burn mark beginning at the small of his back left side and stretching up to his shoulder, though faded and tribal tattoo on top. Examples: this, this, this. also body littered in various scars, including teeth, claws and cuts.

SEX

Kinks: Leather, Blood play, Scenting, Biting, Marking, Rimming (giving), more tba

Anti-Kinks: n/a

Note: Makhi is a top. He has a wild side, but he's not a dom generally. Just.. a bear who likes to fuck pretty fae.

Makhi was born into one of the two packs of the cold, relentless north. Known to be one with the inner beast, only few dared to mess with them. But their enemy was not found outside the cold, harsh barren land of snow - no, it was found amidst their own ranks. Rebels were coming together, planning - scheming in the dark behind their leaders’ backs. They didn’t know what was coming. The rebels were patient, waiting for their time to strike, waiting for their strength to be sufficient enough to take over at the first try. Times were rough, the cold was relentless, the weather a constant challenge to those who dared to live in it. But the wolves of the north were relatively well acquainted with the Cold, so the only issue they had was the rumors. Little lies spread among them, instilling fear in those who were weak of heart and quick to believe any split tongue that whispered softly.

Years passed, discontent was growing among the packmates - some felt the whispers to be true, some thought it was a ruse and nothing more, but one thing was clear - the pack was building two fronts. More and more animosity built up between the two sides, up until it was too much to ignore, on either side. Makhi was the only son of the original pack of the north, 6 years old when war broke out between the newly-founded two sides. He was hiding with the other cubs, all huddled together in the war chief’s house with a few of the dames that didn’t want to join the fight. Unfortunately the fight was all but fair and to celebrate victory the newly-crowned packleader decided to burn down everything that was holy to the original bears of the north, including the war chief’s personal hut - in which the only survivors of the pack were hidden.

Fire spread fast, Makhi barely escaped, flaming licking at his skin - it was too late for the others, though. Some got caught, some never made it out of the fire. He couldn’t remember all of it, the night was still just a distant blur. What he did remember vaguely was staggering through the woods, headed south - away from home, but nowhere specific in mind. They’d never spoken about a possible end-game plan, his parents had been convinced their pack would come around and remember who kept them alive all these years. They were wrong. The boy passed out not far from a cave, exhaustion and pain had taken over. But the boy was in luck as the cave was inhabited, an old exile once banished for his unspeakable crimes from the very same pack as the boy had found his home in there, not far from home - yet far enough away to be safe.

The man took Makhi with him and dressed his wounds, some of which would leave scars, and made sure he survived the night. He did. Days passed and Makhi opened up, explained what happened at home, but the old man had long-since stopped caring about the pack that abandoned him when he needed them the most. He did, though, decide to keep the young cub with him, protect him, care for him and ensure he learnt how to survive on his own. For years Makhi learned to hunt, track, heal, build and cover his tracks should he ever venture out too far. He would be able to survive on his own in the harsh environment of the north, but never once had he been asked if he wanted to. Wild boys weren’t easy to tame, but the old man was holding up quite well despite everything. Ten years after they first met, Makhi would find the old man had passed in his sleep. He was sixteen years old, but capable of looking after himself. He’d been raised to be resourceful, make do with a little and it helped him survive the first years by himself.

With every year passing, he got better and better at it, found the beast within and let his wild side run free. Being one with nature had its perks, but being so far away from anybody also had its downsides. Every bear eventually dreamed of building his own pack, right? Cubs, a mate.. companionship. So did Makhi. He was getting older, he knew he had to find someone soon or he’d never have his own offspring.

Others didn’t really venture this far north often, but if they did he’d pick their scents, which he did. Curiosity piqued his interest and he packed his belongings - consisting of furs mostly, some potions and herbs - dried meat for the way. He followed their scents as far as he could, but with the weather picking up and rain messing with scents, he lost them weeks after having set out, close to a settlement of sorts. He watched them from afar for a little over a week, not sure what he expected to find - or not, but he didn’t like surprises, so he took his time before approaching the heavy gates. Long hair matted in the back, pain drawn across his face and every bit of skin exposed - holy symbols of protection and good fortune, they all meant the world to him.

He was welcome in Willowshire up to some point, despite the impression he must’ve left on them. His impeccable skills in hunting and tracking prey brought him the title hunter. His profession? Duty. He believes in the Blazepelt as a pack, their philosophy close to the one he remembered his parents teaching him as a cub. He doesn’t support the packs coming together due to the experiences with his own. If there’s different sides, leave them be - don’t force them to play together - it would only end in war.

In New Haven

Makhi was already overwhelmed with the differences between his previous life and the modern life the people in Willowshire lived, so New Haven is a lot to take in. His only skills are those of survival, so he’s not sure what life will bring for him in New Haven, but he does hope to find his way.

[bearsurvived]

@jaimexbeau

don's diner was a pretty cozy place to work at. it got busy during the after-shift evening hours, but all in all - work was pretty good. makhi came into this knowing nothing & had been taught everything he could possibly need to know for the past few months, so that he felt quite comfortable working there. the kitchen was his domain, but he tended to also do the counter work, given that they had only one waiter who had enough to do as was.

makhi worked the late & night shifts deliberately, so he had the daytime to pester his favorite councilman, but it was also for his own benefit. while the diner was frequented more during the later hours, the waiter working with him made up for that. they were a good team, if you asked makhi & the feeling of accomplishment after a busy shift... was quite satisfying to him. the quiet shifts, though... nerve-wrecking.

elbows on the counter, head resting upon them so he could still see the diner & yet ... wish there was anything to do, he eyed jaime - the waiter he enjoyed working with to find him equally bored. boredom was new to makhi, his life had been a constant fight for survival - no minute could be wasted & now.... he was just .. waiting, doing nothing, because he'd already done cleaning in the hopes of customers arriving while he did so, but no.. nothing.

"ever thought about working someplace else?"

[bearsurvived]

[ slide ] — sender crawls under the covers to cuddle up to receiver

@ofwings-andclaws

this wasn't the first night oberyn had stayed at makhi's apartment, but it surely was the first they spent together since the dance. makhi held that memory dear, for sure & it seemed like he'd managed to surprise the fae enough to keep his interest in him piqued.

& this was the first night he felt like they had a future together. yes, they'd had sex before & yes, they'd spent quite some time together now, which included dates & just the random hours makhi spent at the shop conversing with the fae, or watching him in comfortable silence. but it wasn't until this morning that he felt like this could last. he knew he wanted it to, he'd known for a long time & he couldn't even say why. it had been a feeling he got when he first laid his eyes on the other.

he just knew.

& every minute he spent in his vicinity only proved that his instinct had been right. oberyn was beautiful inside & out, he was a delight to be around & makhi couldn't imagine anybody else fascinating him like he did. furthermore, he.. smelled good. fantastic. oberyn being the pretty little flower he was, needed longer to get ready for bed, so makhi had already got comfortable by the time his the fae emerged from the bathroom to join him.

arms wound around him easily when he joined makhi in bed, the omega's thin frame fitting against him like they were meant to be. makhi buried his nose against the fae's neck, letting out low, content rumble curse through him. "don't think i'll ever get enough of this, although i do love watching you walk towards me. you're beautiful."

[bearsurvived]

"Is your Fae truly yours though, big bear? What's keeping him from flying away... Or being taken by someone else?"

"he may choose someone else over me, surely, but i would not go down without a fight." he did, once. ran from home to save his life, but not again. he was not a child anymore & he knew one thing for sure. he wanted that fae to be his. "so far, i believe my chances are .. good." the fae didn't push him away, he was welcoming & patient with him.

"if you knew the fae i'm courting, you'd know he couldn't be taken. don't underestimate him, you might come to regret it." the might of the fae folk was not to be underestimated. those who did tended to pay the price.

[bearsurvived]

"You stink like a faerie, all flowers and sunshine and evil manipulation."

@ofwings-andclaws

"jealous? i know mine is hardly comparable, but i'm sure you'll find your own fae to worship." he knew of the bad reputation of some fae, knew that outside these walls they were considered problematic. makhi was not one to judge easily, he preferred to see before he formed his very own opinion on something.

& he had. this particular fae this was about was by no means evil, not unless provoked - makhi would assume, because he knew that everybody had an evil side to them & there was nothing wrong with that. maybe there were evil fae, but for every evil or manipulative fae, there was a tyrant among bears, or a killer among the wolves.

no species in itself was evil, just like nobody was born evil. he may have a limited perspective due to his upbringing - or lack thereof, but he'd spent time in this world & he'd seen plenty of fae go about their days. those he knew cherished beauty in everything they did, they were drawn to pretty things - like flowers. flowers gave life.

"so, yeah - maybe i do stink of faerie, but i do so proudly because mine is beautiful, inside & out."

[bearsurvived]

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline. (rolls away cackling)

@ofwings-andclaws

watching oberyn work surely counted as magic in his eyes, though he knew that he likely had a very biased stance on this due to his infatuation with the fae tailor. although, surely - even an outsider had to admit that the sight was mesmerizing, the way those beautiful fingers practically danced across the fabric, weaving pieces together that would mean nothing if apart.

just like them.

alone, makhi was but a humble hunter, but with oberyn he felt like he had purpose, even if that purpose was rather carnal & simple in its origin. protect, mate, reproduce. it wasn't a bad purpose, if you asked him. he was ready to commit, to spend his entire lifetime on the fae's happiness.

oberyn was such a beautiful being. he'd never personally met a fae before, so he truly couldn't decipher if that played a part in this, but makhi felt like it didn't matter just what he was, he was a sight for sore eyes, could lighten the deepest, darkest depths with but a smile. he was the light of the alpha's life & their journey together had barely even begun.

as it was, currently, makhi was still easing his way into the pretty tailor's life, sowing seeds that would grow & eventually - hopefully come to fruition. the bear knew only very little about actual courting, but he knew what he wanted & he knew he'd fight for it. kill, if any other suitor came too close for his liking.

it wasn't always easy, because oberyn seemingly was unaware of the effect he had on the alpha, the way his smile would bring a hand around his heart & squeeze, or his scent - especially in the later hours of the day made the alpha's lungs practically collapse. or the way he wished for those layers to come off, as stunning as they were - he was sure the underneath would be even better.

so, when oberyn, who'd been working on a custom-made piece of fabric (for a suit, he assumed), wiped sweat from his brows with a sleeve in an almost haze - because makhi was sure he'd never do that if he wasn't so overly focused on his craft, he held his breath & when the omega's fingers rose to unbutton his shirt, revealing the most delicious patch of skin makhi had ever been allowed to rest his eyes upon, he all but groaned to himself.

the urge to pounce, to mark - to claim stronger than ever before. but it wasn't the right time. yet. it just wasn't. he'd ruin it, his desire would overwhelm the fragile friendship they'd built over the past few weeks. too soon. too risky. makhi had a plan, he just had to stick to it & endure. "need some water? you look athirst."

[bearsurvived]

i'm here for you. whatever you need.

@ofwings-andclaws

it wasn't like makhi struggled per se. new haven was a big adjustment, especially because he never quite got settled in willowshire, so the jump in development expected from him was .. difficult. a strain. it was a lot in a short amount of time & then there was that pretty tailor that stole his heart. makhi was ..confident, but he still worried someone more sophisticated could swoop in & steal what was rightfully his. the option would remain until he got to sink his fangs into that no-doubt stunningly beautiful neck.

besides worrying about that, he was expected to get settled, find work - find out what he was good at, no less. he didn't know yet, although he had a few ideas. his apartment was really spacious, too, which ... was unnerving. he wasn't used to it. he was very much used to having everything in one spot, keep an eye on the entrance for potential danger. now... his ...bedroom? offered absolutely zero protection, there was no way to even glimpse at the door from it & even his improvised bed, the couch - as it's been called by the fae, wasn't an ideal place to rest.

but he'd settled, somewhat - into the area. he tried to make a fire inside, to cook, but had quickly been taught by one of the loudest noises he ever heard that it was a bad idea. stove, they said, was for cooking now. all his clothes were piled around the couch, too. everything he owned, in one place. oberyn's reaction when he saw told makhi it wasn't the usual way to live in new haven, but makhi didn't mind too much. he was comfortable - somewhat.

"you're here with me, i couldn't ask for anything more, nor anything less."

[bearsurvived]

“I don’t need your help, alpha. I can protect myself.” (Overprotective Makhi is being Overprotective and overbearing... and maybe Oberyn is a little drunk.)

@ofwings-andclaws

he'd not meant to overstep, had not meant to be that looming presence following the beautiful tailor where he went, no. the bear had merely been enjoying the time spent together, had made it his life's sole purpose to ensure the omega's safety & happiness, so - to hear he was dulling the joy in his life... it stung & for a short moment, it threw the usually confident alpha off-guard.

"i apologize. i only wish the best on you, tailor. anything below that would not do you justice." distance was kept between them, hands had retreated to the alpha's side while his eyes remained on the omega, studying his face - his features, his reaction. it was torture, being so close & yet so far. he knew oberyn was capable to protect himself, but .... should he just watch when someone had ulterior motives towards him?

should he just leave it, let it happen - when there was a chance that oberyn was not fine? maybe he should, maybe that was what he wanted. he knew oberyn wasn't like the alphas back in his world. he was independent & strong, if not fierce. he missed home, he missed the simplicity. life in new haven was complicated.

"if you wish for me to go, i will."

[bearsurvived]

i can see all your freckles up close.

@ofwings-andclaws

"if you can see them all, you're not close enough, pretty tailor." makhi hummed calmly, though the little smile on his lips sounded in that hum & his words. he wasn't often cheeky, but when he did, he fully embraced it & rode that wave until the end. he was getting used to the way of conversation in his time, slowly, although he felt like he'd never be a proper part of it regardless. simply due to his upbringing, but maybe one day he'd be a worthy verbal opponent for oberyn.

sometimes he worried if the other wouldn't end up finding him dull - he was no match for a sophisticated man like him, even though he tried to make up for his shortcomings in other areas & so far it was working, but .. it was only fair that he worried, right? the pretty tailor was a catch he was sure many were thirsting for. makhi had no intention of losing. no matter the cost.

"you may count them... with your lips." those... came quite easily today, which pleased him.

[bearsurvived]

continued x. @ofwings-andclaws

Oberyn prided himself to be a man of routine. So... Even despite having spent the night with Makhi (which Colin would have a field day about), the fae tailor still woke up early and set out to the kitchen to get his morning tea, slipping out of bed as quietly as possible and then grabbing Makhi's shirt to ward off the morning cold. Not even bothering with underwear (very unlikely of him).

Pleased enough to see that Makhi did have some herbs at hand he made a quick work of preparing a concoction to the both of them and then returned to the bear's bedroom with both mugs on hand, placing a mug for Makhi on the nightstand and then sitting by the edge of the bed to enjoy the warmth and the smell.

"It is..." He answered with ease, the male's voice also feeling as gentle on his skin as his hands had felt the night before. Until they grew firmer and... Reliving the memory only made shivers run down his spine and his breath get caught in his throat as it ran south. It's been so long... He thought to himself even as he felt the weight shifting on the bed, signaling that the bear had moved and sat behind him and he let himself be pulled into that big bear hug way too happily, feeling deliciously sore from the previous night's activity.

"I wanted to make us tea and didn't want to wake you up." He explained snuggling further against the strong body and the heat it sent to his. Oberyn would be lying if he said that having Makhi this close wasn't already having effects on his body. But then again... He was a fae and fae couldn't lie. "I believe you..."

And he did.

makhi didn't mean to imagine the fae in his furs - nothing underneath, just the leather & furs, with his beautifully pale skin on display, but.. seeing him like this - the alpha couldn't help his mind from wandering. calm. enough time for that later, tomorrow - next week. makhi had come to stay. there would be no escaping him now. he'd got a taste & he was gone. he already knew he'd end up in his bed when he set foot into the boutique that very first day.

the moment their eyes met, makhi knew. he'd felt it in his bones. he knew nothing would've stopped him & it didn't. not that he'd forced anything on oberyn. he'd never. well, maybe if .. his rut had overcome him, but usually - makhi was holding out quite well, he felt. growing up the way he did, he'd learned early that control was the most important lesson to master. one second of distraction, one second of losing focus could mean death. he was alive.

"thank you, it smells good." getting to wrap his arms around the other, no constraints - no holding back because it was just them here... he never wanted to leave his bedroom again. not so long as oberyn stayed with him. he fit perfectly against him, two peas of a pod - their bodies made to connect. makhi had always believed in fate, not even his own had fazed that deep trust in the mother of all, so he knew that all this - this .. time thing that brought them here. meant to be. he'd always been meant to be here. he never thought a fae would be his future, but he knew it now.

"good." lips against the back of the fae's ear, breath hot against his skin, soft, tiny little kisses pressed to the shell. arms came together in front of the omega's belly & for a split second he couldn't stop himself from... wondering. oh, how lucky he'd be - if, one day, this beautiful omega granted him his wish. hands flat against his stomach, he squeezed him a little - just because he could. "if it was still as impressive as it used to be, i'd hunt down & kill the biggest bison to serve for dinner tonight. i feel like.. your world would not appreciate the sacrifice."

[bearsurvived]

"Is that my shirt?"(Reverse-For Makhi to find Oberyn wearing his shirt. After first time)

@ofwings-andclaws

"is that my shirt?" he asked, knowing the answer, but the question had passed his lips before he could help it. just - the very faint idea of oberyn wearing his shirt... sent his heart into a frenzy, followed by a downward spiral - which lead into an upward spiral. his heart was struggling. his pale skin, unblemished & so soft to the touch. gods, he couldn't believe he'd got this lucky.

glad to know his planned date had been a success, he only wanted the other more now. laying with him last night.. makhi knew that he'd never be able to let oberyn go again. he would die for that man, in a heart beat. he wanted nothing more than to find him in his bed every morning, every single day for the rest of his life & he knew that would still not be enough.

their cubs would be beautiful, smart & strong. not yet, calm down. "you could've told me if you're cold." he shot the other a little smile & sat down behind him, one of his legs against the other's side - arms wrapping around him from behind - big bear hug, fae pulled against his bare chest. "i'll always keep you warm."

[bearsurvived]

“Awkward waltz”

Send “Awkward waltz”  for our muses to suddenly have to dance together even if they’d much rather not. @ofwings-andclaws

oh, makhi had been patient. he'd been diligent, focused on only one goal & oh, he was ready to strike. he'd waited for his chance, had watched & observed closely. when he saw oberyn, the fae he would claim one day dance, makhi knew he had to act or he'd regret it. he'd found himself a teacher & after months, this was his chance.

he was prepared. he was ready. of course, despite training every single day, he'd made sure to have enough time to court his future betrothed, always making sure nobody else could swoop in to steal what was rightfully his. did oberyn know makhi was coming for his heart? he should. makhi had not been very subtle in his adoration & had tried to let it be know he was officially courting the pretty tailor.

colin was partially in on makhi's plan, he'd assisted in training on the days his other teacher couldn't - or when makhi wanted an extra hour or two. he'd also sown him a beautiful suit for the ball.

was he nervous? yes. would that stop him? no. he had his steps down, he knew oberyn would fall in line with him, colin had promised & despite the witch's ... well, he could be a douche. but makhi knew that if anybody could help him win oberyn's heart, it was him. so he'd tried to get on his good side.

lights were dimmed, spotlight on him. time to shine. opening with a little bow, makhi made his way towards the fae, bowing once again, but at the hip this time with one arm extended. colin had been quite thorough in his preparations. he glanced up, nervous, but his face showed none of it. the smile on his lips bubbled with confidence & it turned into a wide grin when his hand was taken.

got you.

the bear led the other to the center of the dance floor, hand on his hip, the other wrapping around oberyn's & holding it with utmost care. eyes shone red in the seconds between them standing & the music starting to play, a silent promise.

silence stretched - only music filled the air, makhi moved in unison with it, every step engrained into his very being at this point, his posture almost perfect - though not quite. all eyes on them as he danced his heart out with the his future mate in his arms, every time he let go of his hand - or hip, he felt the undeniable urge to return to his side & he hoped the other felt it, too. he spun him, close to the end - again & when he had the fae back in his arms, the music slowing, makhi slowed, making sure he got the end right.

they'd worked it all out, had planned every second of the dance, every note stood for a piece of his very soul. so when the music grew silence, both of them short of breath, he moved both their hands to rest against his cheek, while his own held oberyn's hip & in return oberyn against him. bent over slightly to end the dance, he leaned in, their lips almost touching.

"you look stunning tonight. breath-taking." whispered compliments against his lips, eyes taking their red shine again as he inched even closer - ready to be shunned, if that was his fate, but he prayed to mother nature that it was not, that when their lips touched - they'd both know the inevitable truth.

they were made for each other.

[campingmonkey]

I love Benny.

[bearsurvived]

@ofwings-andclaws

it had almost been a week since makhi joined the community that called itself willowshire. still not sure if he wanted to stay, but ..comfortable enough to let himself explore & grab necessities he might need. he could make most he needed himself, but the village was more advanced than his handiwork. clothes instead of furs & leather, they had metal tools & all kinds of things makhi had never seen before. he'd need to meet with a blacksmith for weapons as he'd been assigned hunter, but he also would probably need new clothes soon. his furs were on their last legs.

he'd been sent down the main road, just across the river to find the tailor shop. halting outside the door for a minute, he let his eyes wander, watching the water flow. he couldn't deny it was nice here. he also preferred the warmer weather here, the cold was … difficult, tiring, he wanted out. this was good. stay. he'd been alone for so many years, he had no idea how to act around others.

little did he know that life would never be the same after tonight. insert description of magic + a few days time skip

makhi was, once again, out on a mission for new clothes. the adjustment to this new, strange world had surely posed a challenge, but no challenge was too grand for makhi, last of his kind - as it would seem, but mother nature had a plan for everyone. did mother nature still watch over them? this town… they were stranded in.. it was even more confusing than willowshire had been, so it took him a little while to find the .. so-called boutique - whatever that meant. everything was larger, more colorful - the houses were no longer wooden cabins.. this world was fascinating.

he pushed in through the door, all hair & fur & grime, looking around .. taking in the sight.

[bearsurvived]

tag dump.

[bearsurvived]

[ KISS ]:     sender, having just reunited with the receiver after being apart for a lengthy duration of time, catches them and pulls them in for a passionate, long-awaited kiss that tells all the things they’ve been bottling up in their absence.

long hunt. unplanned. makhi never would've left for this long without telling his ...his. he'd left about two or three weeks ago, with the promise of a quick return on his lips, had kissed his love goodbye & left athos - on his own. he'd felt like it, had chased the rush of a good hunt, on his own. big mistake. well, unfortunate circumstances more so. heavy rain had surprised him & the woods were dangerous during rainfall. slippery slopes, mud holes & other dangers awaited him.

all it took was one moment of lost focus, a steep cliff & a boot slipping, sending him toppling down a steep cliff. the alpha hit his head on the way down, broke a few insignificant bones & landed with only one thought in mind. home.

the way back following the cliff until he found a way back up had been slow & torturous, it took him many days, but eventually he made his way back up. what would he think? would he worry?

back in athos, he was looking worse for wear... would definitely need new clothes & knew he would most likely get scolded for ruining those - which oberyn had made for him, personally.

but when they met, almost as if his beloved tailor had felt his return, he found no anger on his features, no. what he did find though, was his arms full with beautiful omega, he'd practically jumped him in the middle of the street to greet him with so much more than he could've hoped for. lips had met his, breath had been shared & he felt so glad to be back.. he could hear his own heart thrum wildly in his chest.

lifting his love so his feet no longer touched the ground was not an effort, holding him close against his chest was pure, utter bliss. "i'm sorry i missed our date, beautiful." he said when they parted, his own cheeks flushed. "i.. got in trouble."

[bearsurvived]

🙇🏻

Send 🙇🏻 to lay on my muse’s stomach ! Send a + for the reverse.

makhi couldn't imagine any better way to spend his night. well, there was one thing.. but he wasn't desperate, nor was he the type to force. neither did anything for him, so he refused. this, right here was wonderful & he wouldn't want to be here with anybody else. the night sky had settled, stars littered the dark roof above their heads & he couldn't deny his pretty tailor's pale skin looked even smoother than usual.

this wasn't the first time makhi had grabbed furs, food & fine clothes to invite the tailor to his favorite place - but this was going to be the most special time. he'd brought grapes for desert, had demanded his lovely tailor sit between his legs, with his head resting comfortable against the alpha's belly & in the very perfect position for makhi to feed him, a grape at a time - with a los, content rumble in his chest at all times. "ethan said the grapes this season are good. would you agree?"