[ For the most part, Enciodes’ thoughts about his very cute crane is all sweet and saccharine and somehow very innocent despite essentially grabbing his ass. All of that is out the window once his hand is against his chest, though. A shiver runs down his spine — the feeling of the Gnosis’ skin against his own near instantly making him want more.

And the biting. Oh how he’ll return those tenfold. Enciodes lifts Gnosis off of him just enough that he can easily push him back into the bed and crawl over him instead. He’ll shed away the rest of his shirt before working on unbuttoning his own, impatient tail flicking behind him. One might assume with how desperately he’s trying to undress Gnosis that he was the one who hadn’t seen his husband in months, and not just a couple of days. ]

Left in an unfamiliar place with primitive technology and with little time to worry about your appearance, yet somehow you are still the most gorgeous being in the world.