Yours, Mine

He lowered his head and leaned their foreheads together. He put aside the guilt that what he did had on him and decided to focus on what was in front of him. 

It was even more important at the moment; they had time to settle his score and punish him later on. At the moment, addressing Spade's condition was what mattered most. 

Arren cupped Spade's face, and then he withdrew slightly as he landed a kiss on the alpha's forehead. He smiled alluringly and stared deep into his eyes before leaning on beside Spade's ears as he whispered, "You don't need to endure. Just let out your beastly desire... I won't mind." His voice and tone were especially tinged with fiery desire. 

He was aware of how difficult it was to suppress the desire brought by the heat or rut; it was even more so for Spade, who was a dominant alpha and experiencing his regular rut for the first time again in years.