06-01-2017, 01:44 PM
kharon
Oh gross, it was thick and slimy and completely stuck to him. Mud was pretty much everywhere, ruining his beautiful coat. Why had he thought this was a fun idea? He knew it would be slippery.
His eyes lifted to her as she slowed to a walk and approached him. She had splatters of mud too, but somehow it didn't look as bad on her. Still beautiful. He grunted with a smile as she nipped at his shoulder. She was always doing that; touching him in some way. Affection came so naturally to the both of them, as though it were more strange to not touch each other. He liked that.
"I've got you," she said, her muzzle sending tingling ripples through him as she dragged up his neck to his ear. His eyes closed with a hum of pleasure, a soft smirk firmly in place in the corner of his mouth. She kissed him lightly on the cheek before pulling away. "Did you hurt yourself?" she asked, the worry clear in the strain in her voice. His smile grew, a mischievous glint sparkling brightly in his eyes when he answered her.
"If I did," he eased quietly closer with a whisper, watching her eyes as he brushed his lips slowly along her jaw, "are you gonna kiss it and make it better?"
His heart raced and it was suddenly harder to breathe. He thought he might be torturing himself in the ways that he teased her. It must be worse on him to feel this aching tightness and this sharp grip around his frantic heart. There was something electrifying in being this way with her, the constant fear of getting caught doing the wrong thing. It was almost addicting, like the adrenaline rush for an extreme sports junkie.
He shook himself and rose to his feet as she spoke again, suggesting they bathe. They definitely should clean up before they return home, and he nodded his silent agreement before turning to guide them back to their secret oasis. He was careful not to touch her this time, not with the direction his thoughts were headed just then, and when they were back beneath the cover of trees and standing at the edge of the pool, he gestured for her to go ahead.
"I'll, um, wash after." He definitely shouldn't go in there with her. He'd just wait until she was done first. And, yeah, most certainly shouldn't watch her either, and he moved to turn his back, dipping his nose to prod at sticks and bushes as though they were suddenly so important.
His eyes lifted to her as she slowed to a walk and approached him. She had splatters of mud too, but somehow it didn't look as bad on her. Still beautiful. He grunted with a smile as she nipped at his shoulder. She was always doing that; touching him in some way. Affection came so naturally to the both of them, as though it were more strange to not touch each other. He liked that.
"I've got you," she said, her muzzle sending tingling ripples through him as she dragged up his neck to his ear. His eyes closed with a hum of pleasure, a soft smirk firmly in place in the corner of his mouth. She kissed him lightly on the cheek before pulling away. "Did you hurt yourself?" she asked, the worry clear in the strain in her voice. His smile grew, a mischievous glint sparkling brightly in his eyes when he answered her.
"If I did," he eased quietly closer with a whisper, watching her eyes as he brushed his lips slowly along her jaw, "are you gonna kiss it and make it better?"
His heart raced and it was suddenly harder to breathe. He thought he might be torturing himself in the ways that he teased her. It must be worse on him to feel this aching tightness and this sharp grip around his frantic heart. There was something electrifying in being this way with her, the constant fear of getting caught doing the wrong thing. It was almost addicting, like the adrenaline rush for an extreme sports junkie.
He shook himself and rose to his feet as she spoke again, suggesting they bathe. They definitely should clean up before they return home, and he nodded his silent agreement before turning to guide them back to their secret oasis. He was careful not to touch her this time, not with the direction his thoughts were headed just then, and when they were back beneath the cover of trees and standing at the edge of the pool, he gestured for her to go ahead.
"I'll, um, wash after." He definitely shouldn't go in there with her. He'd just wait until she was done first. And, yeah, most certainly shouldn't watch her either, and he moved to turn his back, dipping his nose to prod at sticks and bushes as though they were suddenly so important.