promises, promises

[almostlikestud]

The abandoned shirt lies at the edge of the treeline like a thrown gauntlet, his path light but unmistakably marked. Twisting and winding, branches deliberately broken, sometimes a tree rubbed against to leave scent behind -- he can be a terrible student when it's a matter of willpower versus desire -- the path leads deep. He's crouched against the

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[lion_passant]

Strolling along as if it were a Sunday afternoon in the park. Pausing here and there, stooping to smell a flower, pausing to caress a tree. And yet nothing casual to it. Obviously gathering Scud's scent to him. Obvious by the bulge his jeans could not conceal.

His own shirt left with his Kitten's as he strode barefoot and barechested through the forest. Finally coming to a stop where the scent was strongest. Not of machine oil and gasoline, but charred flesh as the silver played over skin.

"Here, kitty kitty kitty.'

[almostlikestud]

Scud hisses quietly as he jerks involuntarily at the sound of Gabe's voice, the knife cutting into his lip. He sucks at it for a moment, which does nothing but quicken the bloodflow, then squirms his way upright by sliding his back up the tree. For them, those tiny sounds, the scrape of bark on skin, that's enough to give everything away -- but they're playing. Slipping to the cover of another tree, he presses his mouth against it, leaving a smear of blood there before moving on.

[lion_passant]

"Awww, pretty kitten.' Purred out, turning to follow that slithering sound. Moaning as his hand slid over his cock, eyes closing as he canted back his head and gave a small roar.

"Hungry, kitten." Paddin after him, pausing by that tree. Groaning, turning to lap and lick at the rough bark, gathering Scud's essence and grinding himself against the tree through his jeans.

[almostlikestud]

He made the mistake of watching, and any thought of sticking to their loose roles, predator and prey, is completely lost. With a low growl, he drops out of a tree nearby and launches himself at Gabriel's side, sinking his teeth into his shoulder as he finally gets to press against his alpha; he's moaning with relief at contact and hunger for more.