WARNING: EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT
He angles up Virgil's head to join their lips together, easily ignoring the bitter taste of himself as he licks into his boyfriend's mouth, small hands trailing over his hard muscled body.
He lets his hand come down to his lover's jeans, tugging slightly on the snug piece of clothing to show what he wants.
He lets Virgil get off him to get rid of his pants and he crawls up the bed to prop his head on the pillows, watching with possessive hooded eyes as his fit Werewolf steps over to a dresser no doubt to get the lubricant.
He's never seen Virgil fully naked and the anticipation of that is enough to make him forget that he's lying in their bed without a strip of clothing on.
It's still dim but his eyes had long adjusted to the lack of light and his eyes grow rounded when Virgil makes his way back, pants long gone.
