[Varian's never gone through this before, and while he is absolutely and categorically attracted to Jun, he's usually got a better control of himself than this. Varian's never been a fan of losing control, which is why he's struggled with being a werewolf in the first place, for so long. Jun's been helping him find some peace with the changes, he's done wonders already for him in that area. But this is still new and he's not sure what to make of it.
He nods, moving over to where he keeps his usual outfit for the full moon, just a flannel shirt and some slacks. They've got enough give in them to not completely shred when he changes fully. He'd been working on his own shirt, fingers trembling a little when he glances over at Jun and stops. His eyes drop to his partner's chest, to those pert nipples, and a rumble escapes from his chest. The wolf presses firmer into the back of his skull - desire rolling off him as he openly ogles his partner (his mate, his mate, his mate) getting undressed.
It takes an incredible force of will to not leap at him across the room, his legs had already started to crouch, ready to do just that. He tries to take a deep, calming breath, but the air is heady with Jun's scent and that made things worse. His fingernails turn to claws and he swears softly under his breath. So much for actually getting changed, then. He tries to focus on his clothes, managing to shrug the rest of his shirt off. The trousers are a little trickier, and he's struggling to unclasp his belt now his claws are in play. He whines, partly out of frustration, partly out of need.
He knows better than to ask Jun for help, though- he's pretty sure if Jun touched him right now it would be game over. He tears the belt- there's no saving that right now, and he's not especially attached to it, he can get another belt. He manages to shimmy his trousers off with no small feat, leaving him in just his underwear. He's very clearly worked up himself, nipples pert and half-hard in his boxers. ]
Please hurry. I- I don't know how much longer I can keep- keep a tap on this.
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He nods, moving over to where he keeps his usual outfit for the full moon, just a flannel shirt and some slacks. They've got enough give in them to not completely shred when he changes fully. He'd been working on his own shirt, fingers trembling a little when he glances over at Jun and stops. His eyes drop to his partner's chest, to those pert nipples, and a rumble escapes from his chest. The wolf presses firmer into the back of his skull - desire rolling off him as he openly ogles his partner (his mate, his mate, his mate) getting undressed.
It takes an incredible force of will to not leap at him across the room, his legs had already started to crouch, ready to do just that. He tries to take a deep, calming breath, but the air is heady with Jun's scent and that made things worse. His fingernails turn to claws and he swears softly under his breath. So much for actually getting changed, then. He tries to focus on his clothes, managing to shrug the rest of his shirt off. The trousers are a little trickier, and he's struggling to unclasp his belt now his claws are in play. He whines, partly out of frustration, partly out of need.
He knows better than to ask Jun for help, though- he's pretty sure if Jun touched him right now it would be game over. He tears the belt- there's no saving that right now, and he's not especially attached to it, he can get another belt. He manages to shimmy his trousers off with no small feat, leaving him in just his underwear. He's very clearly worked up himself, nipples pert and half-hard in his boxers. ]
Please hurry. I- I don't know how much longer I can keep- keep a tap on this.