"I rather feel as if you've accomplished that already." After all, currently? Taliesin's scent was difficult to ignore. He still liked it, overall, entirely too enamoured by the power of his blood to feel differently, but he did think his beloved werewolf could do with a shower. Maybe even a thorough bath. Perhaps something he could persuade him into once they were somewhere more civilised.

Still, he kissed back now, not denying him the urgency. "What is it you want, Taliesin? To fuck me? To be fucked? To bleed me? Do with me what you want, I'm giving myself to you right now."