Thread: Kimi wa Petto. {GreysmithxLingering Desire]

Tyson had been confused when she told him he could call her whatever he wanted, furrowing his brows as she offered up a small smile. Well Ill just stick with Tulip then. He stated simply. Her reaction to his home had been fairly expected, given what she came from. He wondered what that kind of awe felt like, to be plucked from your dystopia and brought to a relative Eden. He could not empathize, as much as he tried. It had been much to long since he had to struggle for much of anything. Yes, you live here, so make yourself at home. He said with a smile, glancing about his house. Everything was a cold stark white or matte silvery metal, as he was not much for decorating, and left the place just as it had been when he purchased it, except for a few modifications here and there. The bottom floor was mostly open concept, usually bright and clean but today was an exception. The furthest wall away from them was entirely made of glass, revealing a large backyard, the eerie blue lights from inside the pool shedding soft light on its surroundings, illuminating the occasional plastic red cup floating inside of it. He listened as her quiet bare feet padded after him, nearly choking on the water he had been drinking at the mention of sleeping in his bed. He hadnt slept in the same with someone in ever, really. He was still quite young, especially for a wolf, who aged slowly and only took a mate some in their fifties, though they may have still looked in their twenties. He had certainly been with plenty of women, but the intimate act of merely sleeping in the same bed felt a little foreign to him. Placing the bottle on the crowded counter he shook his head, opening his mouth to speak when he felt her hands upon him, turning his words into a stammered breath. He backed against the counter as she pursued, feeling her small digits snake their way up his chest. Tyson was still quite intoxicated, the sudden touch making his head swim, feeling the animal inside him rouse hungrily. Her words brought him back to the moment, taking her slender wrists in his hands and pulling them off of him, looking into her still shockingly blue eyes. Your task? You you have not been purchased for He stalled, watching tentatively as she breathed in his scent, pressing her nose against him. He was confused when she commented on his scent, an expression of puzzlement which had not left his face turned to one of shock. I. I He couldnt seem to get his words out, feeling each of his heavy breaths turning to a growling rumble in his chest, never able to control his beast when drunk. Please, s-stop. He managed to get out, releasing her wrists and placing his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back from his body, trying to keep the petite girl at arms length. I cant bed you I mean, youre beautiful, its not like I dont want to, but I cant, its not right. He managed to get out, taking a deep breath and trying to compose himself. Did your handler tell you what I am? Im a Wolf, and right now, I very drunk one. His eyes searched her expression, trying to read what she was thinking. But those massive, innocent eyes hid everything, as much as he might try. He let go of her shoulders, leaning back against the counter on his palms, regaining his composure. I would hurt you a lot. He said exasperatedly, running a hand through his short hair, scratching the back of his neck, and feeling embarrassed with his statement.