From Valentin’s parted lips, his soft, pink tongue finally emerged.

The glistening flesh, now flush with desire, reached out to the slick head of Reynard’s member, glimmering with droplets of precum.

“Ah, damn it…”

Reynard cursed under his breath. Though he had received plenty of kisses and intimate touches from Valentin in the past, he had never asked his sweet, gentle mate for something so explicit. Valentin, so innocent when they first met at twenty, had always been cherished and protected from anything too crude or rough. Reynard wanted nothing but softness and sweetness for him—sweets, delicate creams, or Reynard’s …