Scent of You

The arms that held him pinioned to the muscular body moving frenetically behind him felt delicious. Keeping the two of them pulled together so tight that it felt as if their skin had melted together in the frantic heat of their coupling. Taut pectorals scraped along the jutting bones of his shoulder blades, and gasping hotly he arched into the onslaught of pistoning hips and engorged flesh.
A hand much larger than his own dragged it’s way down his abdomen, the blunt fingernails leaving faint trails of pink on pallid skin in their wake. Whimpering as that hand wrapped around his own weeping cock, he cranked his head almost painfully to the side. The opposite to the large hand hastily working his aching arousal was beneath his chin; Tugging it into just the right angle so that he was held completely captive. Exquisitely helpless he pressed his nose against the throbbing pulse point at his partner’s throat.
Oh he could smell it. The tang of salt from sweat, the sweetness of a frore winter wind and leather; But most prominent was the heavy musk of sex. Primal, animalistic sex. Releasing a sharp cry as body behind him rammed home within, he gave to the shivery onslaught that burst suddenly up from his loins.


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Toboe sighed impatiently as he waited for the light to change. The traffic seemed particularly heavy today, as well as the moods his fellow pedestrian’s. Apparently they were just as impatient as he, and with the threat of rain in the gray clouds overhead he could see why. He, like most of them, had left their umbrellas elsewhere. Finally after an eternity the light flashed the go-ahead and they began to jostle forward en-masse mingling with those coming from the other direction. He had nearly made it to the other side when someone bumped into him. Thinking nothing of it at first, Toboe continued on his way. Then his stomach turned a flip-flop. That scent.

He knew it. He’d always known it somehow. It was only when a the jarring shriek of a car horn brought him back to himself that Toboe looked up to find that he had come to a halt. Startled, he turned to take a step; But stopped. Something had grabbed at his attention. Back on the corner where he’d been waiting just a moment before, someone stood watching him. The dumbfounded expression on his darkly complected face matched Toboe’s. The car horn beeped again, and in a surprising gesture Toboe turned to growl at both it and the driver before dashing across the street.
Oh, he knew that scent alright. Often he’d awoken to damp, tangled sheets with that very scent clinging to both his memory and his fevered body. A scent he equated with strange dreams of the moon as ripe and full as a melon, of endless fields of flowers, and of running with reckless, wild abandon.
Dreams about wolves, and steely eyes the colour of amber. Wild eyes, winter eyes. And as Toboe approached the owner of that scent, he couldn’t help but shudder as he drew closer. He glanced upward. The eyes that stared back where the same as the one’s in his dreams; And suddenly Toboe knew.

“So,” Tsume spoke huskily, his voice a low whisper. “I’ve finally found you.”
Toboe could do nothing to prevent the cheeky grin that broke out across his face.
“Looks like.” He replied simply.