06-04-2024, 05:30 PM
Of the many, many ways Kole had expected Meteor to react to his thinly veiled proposition, cuddling him was not one of them. He couldn't say he was complaining about it, of course; he'd never been the type to initiate anything physical, as flirty as he had the capacity to be, but he also wasn't about to turn it away, either.
One moment he was laying there, internalising his panic and visualising lion teeth ripping into his flesh for so much as insinuating he wanted to drink Meteor's blood, and then the next, there was a particularly large lion paw dragging him across the space between them, a big, heavy head resting on his smaller, slender body.
If lions could purr, Kole suspected Meteor would be. On the other hand, if he currently had the mental capacity to scream, he absolutely would have. Thankfully, for both his eardrums and Meteor's, his voice seemed to have gotten stuck in his throat. He was tense for several moments, breaths stuttering and frame markedly still, until all at once the tension seemed to seep out of him, expelled in one large exhale, and he sank into the 'embrace' as if he were butter on a hot skillet.
"If... If, ehh, I'm fully fed-" his voice cracked; how utterly embarrassing; and he cleared his throat noisily, swallowing harshly to try and generate some saliva in his mouth, which had suddenly gone dry. "What I'm trying to say is that I'm stronger when I'm being... Properly sustained. You've seen me in the pits... I could be an asset. I could be... Loyal. All I need..." he raised his front limb, tentatively laying it over the lion's broad shoulders, "...is a little blood."
One moment he was laying there, internalising his panic and visualising lion teeth ripping into his flesh for so much as insinuating he wanted to drink Meteor's blood, and then the next, there was a particularly large lion paw dragging him across the space between them, a big, heavy head resting on his smaller, slender body.
If lions could purr, Kole suspected Meteor would be. On the other hand, if he currently had the mental capacity to scream, he absolutely would have. Thankfully, for both his eardrums and Meteor's, his voice seemed to have gotten stuck in his throat. He was tense for several moments, breaths stuttering and frame markedly still, until all at once the tension seemed to seep out of him, expelled in one large exhale, and he sank into the 'embrace' as if he were butter on a hot skillet.
"If... If, ehh, I'm fully fed-" his voice cracked; how utterly embarrassing; and he cleared his throat noisily, swallowing harshly to try and generate some saliva in his mouth, which had suddenly gone dry. "What I'm trying to say is that I'm stronger when I'm being... Properly sustained. You've seen me in the pits... I could be an asset. I could be... Loyal. All I need..." he raised his front limb, tentatively laying it over the lion's broad shoulders, "...is a little blood."
NIKOLAI PENDRAGON
KOLE — MALE — VAMPIRIC COYOTE — DOTD TEMPLAR — TAGS