@theweredrifter sent:🐶 Chest/collarbone For Peter 🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]
It had been quiet for a while, he hadn’t seen anyone, no movements. It should be safe to go, but he wanted to wait a bit longer, just to be absolutely sure that they were nowhere near. So for minutes he stood at the corner of the building, in the shadow, one arm lightly wrapped around his companion, hand at the small of his back, so that he could either pull him close and shield him with his body if needed, or push him away, out of harm’s way. But there was no harm, no danger, just the quiet of the night.
And there was a movement, but not from the direction he was staring at. From the corner of his eyes, Peter saw Gabriel move closer. And then – shortly before he felt it – that scent filled his senses. A light touch that soon became more eager, as his own hand moved from the back into the other’s unruly hair. The nose touched his collarbone, that sensitive and vulnerable spot, causing sweet shivers. A groan escaped his mouth, he shut it close and it turned into a growl. But it wasn’t a warning. His hand buried in Gabriel’s hair whose face moved, and nose and lips and skin and hair touched his bare skin, his tank top cut low, allowing the other to reach his chest.
“Wait until we’re out of here, until we’re safe for the night…” A dark whisper and his breathing hitched.
A little voice told him they were safe, they were alone. But he would not risk it, he could not risk his safety for his own selfish desires.
Gripping the hair, he pulled Gabriel’s head up to look him in the eyes.
“Later.” And it sounded like a command – the alpha’s command.
But before the other could retreat, his mouth claimed Gabriel’s in a brief but fervent kiss.