Having drunk some wine, to warm the both of them, that puts Abel in the mood, but he's tipsy and not drunk, as Abel had drunk heavier drinks before and wine isn't heavy enough.
"We shall see..." Abel has long given up finding the One as there's no such thing he learns from his long life. Looking for the right mate in wolves...then moving onto humans and willingly become a companion for them even if it's temporary or long-term, and outlived his human companions, which is few as he's a quiet man. So even during the kiss, he wasn't certain...but she's open to him, and all of his sadness, he accepts her willingness and playfulness.
"But let's do something about your heat..." From her throat, he kisses her, gently nibbling her soft lips, and then with some maneuvering, he encourages her to undress and remove the rest of their clothes. "At least, here...I'm the only guy here." And hopefully, put his scent on her to ward off the other males, even though they far miles away and they're the ones in this tower.
After undressing, he continues. His kisses and nibbles and gentle bites speak of experience, of a life long lived of mates passed, long before he met her, and the moment she undressed, he moves slowly to play with her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, and gently sucking on one of them if she has no protests with him initiating foreplay to get her body to warm up to him. He has big hands, almost slender, hands of a scholar and painter, hands that are more used to handling books and drawing on his paintings, and once young, hands and fists in fights fighting for territory and in quarrels.
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"We shall see..." Abel has long given up finding the One as there's no such thing he learns from his long life. Looking for the right mate in wolves...then moving onto humans and willingly become a companion for them even if it's temporary or long-term, and outlived his human companions, which is few as he's a quiet man. So even during the kiss, he wasn't certain...but she's open to him, and all of his sadness, he accepts her willingness and playfulness.
"But let's do something about your heat..." From her throat, he kisses her, gently nibbling her soft lips, and then with some maneuvering, he encourages her to undress and remove the rest of their clothes. "At least, here...I'm the only guy here." And hopefully, put his scent on her to ward off the other males, even though they far miles away and they're the ones in this tower.
After undressing, he continues. His kisses and nibbles and gentle bites speak of experience, of a life long lived of mates passed, long before he met her, and the moment she undressed, he moves slowly to play with her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, and gently sucking on one of them if she has no protests with him initiating foreplay to get her body to warm up to him. He has big hands, almost slender, hands of a scholar and painter, hands that are more used to handling books and drawing on his paintings, and once young, hands and fists in fights fighting for territory and in quarrels.