Someone of the medical team was going to realize what was happening to them, if they didn't already. It was dangerous to break up a mate pair while heat and rut were active, and with their enhancements, it might not be worth trying to encourage them apart just yet. He expected they had some time before someone might make a move on them, but he wasn't going to let that happen anyway.
His eyes dropped to peer at Gabe, noting the way he bit his lower lip, and he had the urge to rise and kiss those lips. Instead, he felt a suddenness of slick against his hips, and his cock began to harden in reply, forcing him to shift on the bed to try to find a more comfortable way of laying between Gabe's legs. It was getting tough, and he grunted softly as he moved about a bit.
"Only if it's my blood," he growled back. "I won't even let my combat conquests have a touch of you. You're mine." That was definitely the rising rut talking.
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Date: 2020-05-30 08:41 pm (UTC)His eyes dropped to peer at Gabe, noting the way he bit his lower lip, and he had the urge to rise and kiss those lips. Instead, he felt a suddenness of slick against his hips, and his cock began to harden in reply, forcing him to shift on the bed to try to find a more comfortable way of laying between Gabe's legs. It was getting tough, and he grunted softly as he moved about a bit.
"Only if it's my blood," he growled back. "I won't even let my combat conquests have a touch of you. You're mine." That was definitely the rising rut talking.