[He's not proud of the needy little whine that slips past his lips as he slumps against the wall, but it happens nonetheless. He's salivating and straining at his pants, so achingly desperate that he'd promise her anything if only she'd come back to his arms— and yet known even as he turns that she's absolutely right. Impatient pup, they'll enjoy themselves far more at home for more reasons than one, even if all he gets to do is look at her in all her glory— oh, it will be worth it a thousand times over.
But it's so hard when his cock is throbbing against his thigh, precome long since soaked into his underwear.]
Fasta vass . . .
[A mumble as he rubs one hand over his mouth, ruefully eying the white wolf currently trying (with as much dignity as she can muster) and failing to kick off his leggings. It's honestly fairly cute, if not exactly the sight he's longing to see just now. Leto exhales slowly, then lifts himself up off the wall.]
I am reminding you of this the next time you dare call me a tease.
[He says it pointedly as he reaches for her, tugging those leggings off (easy, easy, a moment's tricky work untangling her claws with thin fabric) and then subsequently gathering the rest of their discarded clothes. At least they'll hide me, he tells her with a little grin as they come out of the alley and turn towards home. It's a brisk pace he sets, his mind hastily counting down the blocks, the streets, the minutes— but even with his impatience, it's still nice to walk like this.
Admittedly, it isn't quite the same as when they stroll down the street hand-in-hand, but he's missed his Astarion all day. Getting to spend time with her, wolf or vampire or otherwise, is always a treat. He even feels some of his hunger ebb as they speak here and there, Leto telling her more about his day and hearing about her restless night.
But then they're home. They're home, and—
And there are pups to greet. Beloved, beloved pups, whom he loves very much. So much. So very, very much, and it's good to remind himself of that as he has to kneel down and soothe their overexcited barking. Their stumpy bodies wiggle furiously as they leap between Leto (always a thrill when he arrives), that pile of clothes on the floor (a delightful mixture of scents to explore), and this wolf-that-is-but-isn't-but-IS-curly-dad (which is so utterly bewildering that they can't seem to decide what to do). Which is all very cute, but not when he's so close to seeing his Astarion naked in all her glory.]
Settle— settle—
[Has anyone ever suffered more than he has today?]
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But it's so hard when his cock is throbbing against his thigh, precome long since soaked into his underwear.]
Fasta vass . . .
[A mumble as he rubs one hand over his mouth, ruefully eying the white wolf currently trying (with as much dignity as she can muster) and failing to kick off his leggings. It's honestly fairly cute, if not exactly the sight he's longing to see just now. Leto exhales slowly, then lifts himself up off the wall.]
I am reminding you of this the next time you dare call me a tease.
[He says it pointedly as he reaches for her, tugging those leggings off (easy, easy, a moment's tricky work untangling her claws with thin fabric) and then subsequently gathering the rest of their discarded clothes. At least they'll hide me, he tells her with a little grin as they come out of the alley and turn towards home. It's a brisk pace he sets, his mind hastily counting down the blocks, the streets, the minutes— but even with his impatience, it's still nice to walk like this.
Admittedly, it isn't quite the same as when they stroll down the street hand-in-hand, but he's missed his Astarion all day. Getting to spend time with her, wolf or vampire or otherwise, is always a treat. He even feels some of his hunger ebb as they speak here and there, Leto telling her more about his day and hearing about her restless night.
But then they're home. They're home, and—
And there are pups to greet. Beloved, beloved pups, whom he loves very much. So much. So very, very much, and it's good to remind himself of that as he has to kneel down and soothe their overexcited barking. Their stumpy bodies wiggle furiously as they leap between Leto (always a thrill when he arrives), that pile of clothes on the floor (a delightful mixture of scents to explore), and this wolf-that-is-but-isn't-but-IS-curly-dad (which is so utterly bewildering that they can't seem to decide what to do). Which is all very cute, but not when he's so close to seeing his Astarion naked in all her glory.]
Settle— settle—
[Has anyone ever suffered more than he has today?]