Breathing out almost silently, the young man’s eyes fell closed, finding himself leaning toward the embrace of the muscled man. The start of their relationship ( whatever it may be ) had proved, at least to Gared, to have not been easy. Back then, he had still been in the process of adjusting to his new life, and all that came with it. When Jack had arrived, he had expected him to simply just be another man that wished to fuck him and breed him and care little beyond those desires. That initial belief quickly turned out to be wrong – Gared still had much to learn, but from what he had witnessed already, it was clear that Jack was not a bad person. “ I suppose I am. ” He nodded, a moment later breathing in the scent of the man. Gared himself felt he was covered in nothing but Jack’s scent, but he couldn’t deny that there was a certain.. allure to it that he did not understand yet.
At his questions, his gaze rose from the ground, looking to the man’s body. “ Right now? I.. think I’d choose to eat breakfast, bathe, have a look around the woods, see what I could find. I used to do that a lot before – well, ” he exhaled, trailing off. His desires were made up of simple things: freedom, the choice to explore, discover. It wasn’t something he wished to lie about, even if they did not sound all too impressive to talk of. “ I’d choose to have a sword, to protect everyone that I care about. I’ve never had my own. ” At the very least, not one he didn’t have to return. Gared had been a skilled fighter, more than capable to defend himself, but he loved easily, and it led to him needing to know that those people would always be safe around him. Biting down on his lip, he practically nuzzled his cheek against Jack, something that came as a strangely natural urge for him. “ I guess I never wanted to fool myself into believing I could have more than that. ”
『☩』 Once again, there was that perfect ordinary feeling he got from Gared, so plain and simple, yet so meaningful. Throughout the ages, Jack had learned of men that craved nothing but gold and silver, riches, titles and power— Moon forbid, he had been one of them, sitting atop a throne in the highest reaches of a ziggurat that had later become his own damnation. The wolf’s palms ran carefully over the skin of the male’s arms, caressing its softness with the natural and rather opposite roughness of his calloused palms. He let the words hang for a minute as he waited in silence, ideas springing to mind about whether or not he would allow the other to cherish his own dreams. ❝Do you know how to use a sword?❞ the wolf spoke in a hoarse whisper, every word pronounced in a silky manner despite the noise that came from his throat. He could do that— and he was sure Gared knew the limits of it. He could get him a sword, give him freedom to roam and be curious— he was finding that trait to be quite endearing. And if the slave were to ever turn against him, the steel of the blade wouldn’t harm him, neither would he manage to run far before he caught up with him to claim him again.
Fenrir’s grasp on the male’s shoulder made him turn on his heels so he’d face him, and he let the blankets fall ever so slowly to caress Gared’s skin with the softness he couldn’t achieve. As the other stood there, naked before the light of the noon outside, Jack’s eyes remained fixated on his features ❝Tell me your story. I don’t think your breakfast could get any colder, so I can simply wait❞. He truly was interested, and wouldn’t mind spending more time with Gared if that deepened their relationship. ❝Tell me where you grew up— what you wanted to be when you grew older— Tell me about your favorite food❞.
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