group
(Okeeeyy)
Marcus watched Firiko carefully as he prepared their meal for that day, cracking a few eggs in a pan to fry. Firiko’s wing had healed well, and the wound on his side was nearly scarred over. Though he was happy his soulmate had begun to heal, Marcus was extremely on edge. It had become harder to resist pulling the halfblood into him and kiss him breathless, to get a little rougher with his play and flirts and kisses.