A startled sound bubbled up and Su-jin instinctively gripped Silvio's shoulders before his brain caught up with what was happening. Then he just chuckle softly until the wolf's lips were against his once more. Su-jin's hand slid over those broad shoulders, arms draping loosely around his neck.

He knew he was old. He wasn't about to argue that with his handsome wolf on top of him again.

"You're lucky I can manage any Spanish at all right now." Post-sex brain fog plus still aroused brain fog? What are languages? Some of the languages Su-jin once spoke have faded into history.

"I remember... fuck me all night long... please."