[He murmurs something in Tevene, something that's entirely lost before it leaves his mouth, and he reaches over, pressing his fingers into the back of Fenris's back, and then his nails, dragging them along his skin. Not enough to leave a mark that bleeds, but enough to encourage him.
Part of him wants a mark from this, a memento, something of a keepsake that aches for days after, to remind him of where Fenris was, of where his hands and teeth had touched him.]
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Part of him wants a mark from this, a memento, something of a keepsake that aches for days after, to remind him of where Fenris was, of where his hands and teeth had touched him.]