The kiss

The light of the sun hit the room through the window. Waking Daylen from his sleep. The little werewolf shook at the bits of his life that he had forgotten.

It must have been ages back when he came to earth to experience the world for himself. Daylen wasn't sure he liked the experience he received.

He pulled the blanket over his head and tried to catch some sleep. His mind was exhausted from the forceful torture of his memories returning.

A scene played out in his mind.

***

Daylen pulls the prince's body towards him. And presses his soft lips on the prince. Taking over the kiss.

The prince's body coils into him. Seeking protection even as he punishes him with his tongue.

His hips rock harder against Syvan encouraging him to go deeper. Syvan coaxes Daylen's lips open, just enough to let his tongue slide inside, his hands coming up to cup Daylen's cheek.

The kiss is gentle and sweet. The perfect comfort for the two of them.

Daylen matches each stroke of his tongue, tasting w