Devin is extremely possessive and dominant when it comes to dating and sex. Possessive especially to the point of not liking anyone he’s with smelling like anyone other than himself.
Zayde groaned softly against Devin’s lips, all hesitation gone, though even he felt a little alarmed at how quickly he crumbled at the familiarity of it.
The weight of Devin pressed against him felt more like home than anything else in his entire life, and no more so than in that exact moment, Zayde really noticing the difference in Dev’s physique and how much more it made him want to submit than it ever had before.
Hearing that small sound escape Zayde had Devin practically pushing him down against the bed. His hands found the other male’s and he twined their fingers in favor of pinning his hands by his head.
He wasn’t working on thought, his entire body going off of skin memory and the way Zayde felt and tasted, the way he made everything feel like home in some deep seated part of him.
Devereux has a small spot in the backyard set up as a bit of a memorial for his mom since she wanted to be cremated. He likes to sit out there at night and sort of just talk, hoping that wherever her spirit is, she can still hear him on some level.
In an instant, Zayde’s heart was thudding in his chest like it was trying to burst out through his ribcage. For a brief flicker, he could barely believe he wasn’t imagining it, but the craving silenced any doubt before it could take any real hold.
He hesitated only a moment before he reciprocated, still cautious and tentative, but lingering enough to give away how much he wanted and needed it.
The returned affection had Devin practically sinking against him and deepening the kiss. A thread of desperation was creeping into his touch as he pulled the other closer, needing the contact. The scent of need was overwhelming and he honestly didn’t care that he was overexerting himself at the moment.
Con’s dad was actually killed for breaking pack law. This was shortly after he turned seven and they made him watch as the pack took turns bleeding his dad over having a small fling with a bitten werewolf. Had he not gotten her pregnant, he would have only had to spend time locked in a cage. Instead, Conri had to watch them kill the pregnant wolf in front of his dad before they tortured his dad to death. His mother was the one to deliver the killing blow and he never really forgave her for that.
Grayson has spent centuries trying to outrun his past. Hell was a welcome change from how he grew up, but he’s still deeply haunted by the things that happened to him as a child. So he self medicates to the point of coming as close to overdosing as a demon can get. He drowns himself in alcohol and flings. He has at least 3 living children that he knows of, but the number is most likely considerably higher than that.
Chayton likes getting into situations that can get him hurt. He doesn’t really know why, he just does. He’s not actively self destructive like his father is, but he does love the thrill of high stakes and has been on the wrong side of weapons and handcuffs one too many times.
Zayde didn’t know if Devin could sense the deep-seated aching need he felt, craving more than just what little physical contact there was between them, but it was almost enough to make him whine and consider begging for it, the only thing stopping him being the conscious fear that that would only make things worse, that Devin didn’t want that.
When Devin moved, Zayde naturally looked at him, a small frown creasing his features in worry, noting the shallowness of his breath and that his skin still seemed a little too pale for Zayde’s comfort.
The cat had to literally swallow a whine before he licked his lips, inner turmoil beginning to play across his face before he just decided to hell with it all. He was tired of the war between his head and heart.
Slowly, he leaned in that last inch or so and brushed his lips against Zayde’s, the chaos in his head quietening for at least the briefest moment.
Vega has very limited sense of personal space because of her mother in particular. She’s always watched Saph just sort of sprawl across people in the family and no one ever seemed to mind when she did it, so Vega thought that was how things just were. So learning to ask before initiating touch is difficult for her and she doesn’t actually know how to ask, so when it comes to Rabbit especially, she just tries her best to avoid touching him because upsetting him stresses her out immensely.
“I don’t need to know your life story when I can smell it on you from across the street.”
The other didn’t just reek of distress. It was a very specific type that came when a wolf was trapped in a situation that threatened death in the worse kinds of ways. Bailey was all too familiar with it from wearing the same scent for his entire childhood.
“Then you need to get your goddamn nose fixed and keep it out of my damn business if you know what’s good for you.”
He knew what was at stake enough to not take any chance he’s ever had to escape. There was a reason he was trusted to go on store runs; no one believed he was the type to run. It was easy to pass off the scent of distress as just being away from pack grounds and no one ever blinked twice at it.
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