Soren complied. He put his fingers into Riven's mouth first, and Riven licked them like his life depended on it, coating them with saliva. Then slowly, teasingly, circled Riven's entrance. Riven's breath hitched, his body tensing in anticipation.
"Relax," Soren murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Riven's lips as he slowly eased a finger inside. Riven gasped, his body adjusting to the intrusion. Soren took his time, stretching and preparing Riven, his eyes never leaving Riven's face, gauging his reaction.
Soren added another finger, scissoring them gently to stretch Riven further. Riven's breath came in ragged gasps, his hips moving in sync with Soren's hand. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure mixing with a slight burn, but Riven craved more.
"Soren, please," Riven begged, his voice thick with need. His wolf ears were flat against his head, his tail tense and straight behind him.
