Lyon and Zohar walked side by side, small chatter exchanged between them. They were currently in the blood rose garden. The most beautiful garden they had both ever seen. Filled with large amounts of red roses and the gates the surrounded the garden pearly white. It was no wonder it was beautiful. They both reached the white bench that was in the middle of the place, and gently sat down.
Lyon silently watched as a content smile grazed upon Zohar's face. He took his time studying the wolf's features. From the dark circles that formed since his arrival, to the way his plump lips pouted when he started inspecting the lilac butterfly that landed on his fingers. His small sappy sigh escaped his lips and that caught Zohar's attention.
The lilac eyed boy blushed before lowering his eyes down. His heart started beating and started gently banging on it. He started to feel his temperature rise a little, causing him to be alarmed. After a while, he was finally able to go back to normal. Lyon then did the unthinkable. He reached for Zohar's chin and brought him close. Their lips barely have a distance between them and hot minty breaths fanning over their faces.
"Do you mind?" The blonde gently asked, his eyes searching the wolf's half lidded one. He looked so tempting and Lyon couldn't continue denying the feelings he had towards the young man. Zohar answered by closing the distance between them. Lyon was a phenomenal kisser, causing Zohar to let out a moan. Lyon then brought the wolf to sit on his lip, Zohar immediately getting on and comfortable.
Their kiss started getting more passionate. Lyon's tongue deep and exploring the wet cavern. They pulled away after a while to catch their breaths, before Zohar went back in and started sucking on Lyon's bottom lip. Zohar then pulled away and kissed the side of Lion's mouth, then his cheek, then his eyelid and finally the forehead.
When he went back to stare at the boy, he was surprised to see the man with a massive, blissful grin plastered on his blushed face. The wolf ducked his head into the crook of the elf's neck, a blissful smile of his own growing. The blonde gently started rubbing circles on his back. "I like you alot Zohar." "I like you alot too."
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Sirius stood at his bedroom balcony with a less than amused expression. His hand mindlessly groping his chest as if a gaping whole had formed there. "Who am I to get in the way of love." He nonchalantly stated before heading back in.
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