Emmy let one of his hands slide down along Basil's arm so that he could grip the front of the younger wolf's throat as he thrusted his hips again, keeping them short and rough. His grip was tight, tight enough to cause some discomfort, but not a ridiculous amount. A quiet groan mixed with a growl escaped his throat as he pressed his mouth against Basil's shoulder, his wolf was definitely present and claiming Basil as it's own. It was strange, Emmy had never felt his wolf in this much control before when he was in his human form. Of course, Emmy could handle it, but he couldn't help but marvel at just how intense Basil and the idea of someone taking him could make himself feel.
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