█ ▌┋❝ I’m still nothing compared to you. ( my dog. )

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                        CHRIST, Aiden, ❞ He laughs, rolling his eyes at the name he’s been given, ❝ That’s the worst name ever, please don’ call me that I can’ take y’seriously, ❞ He grins playfully, nuzzling the other’s nose. Under usual circumstances, the werewolf may have stiffened up at the fingers to his jawline ( but more importantly his ghastly, horrid scars ) but this is Aiden & he trusts him. It’s slow at first, their lips moving in a rhythmic dance that tests the metaphorical waters & tastes DELICIOUS to both Oliver & the wolf inside. He groans a little when fingers run through his thick hair & his hands move to wrap the smaller male’s legs around his waist, making it easier to hoist him up in the air ; Aiden removing any space between them only made it that much simpler & enjoyable.  

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             There’s a small grin pressed against Oliver’s lips when he felt the soft moan escape from deep in his throat. & to fixate his position, he didn’t refuse wrapping his legs around the wolf. The redhead pulls away for a moment as there’s a subtle tilt of his head. Matching hues meeting the male’s as a small smirk curling across his pale lips. ❝ What do you prefer ? That —- - or my dog ? ❞