triskelion-king
“…no.” the wolf was already leaning away from the other person; tense muscles, eyebrows raised and body waving out an undeniable, perceptible scent of pure FEAR …he really hated the threat of tickles. “NO. Don’t you dare.”
There was a shit eating grin playing on the human's lips, and as quick as he possibly could, his both of his hands darted out, the pads of his finger tips were pressing into the sides of the wolf as they danced over the clothed skin.











