"Yeah," he agrees, voice going low and rough as he leans into Dwayne's fingers in his hair. Every touch is soothing and grounding, but there's no getting around the fact that, no matter how many times he's seen Dwayne and Zach, and Rhys in his way, however different, go through this, he's nervous as hell at experiencing it himself for the first time. It's not even the pain that worries him, he's not a fan of pain, but he's used to it and he knows that this pain is survivable; he's seen it too often to think otherwise. What worries him is the fundamental lack of control, of his body and mind and reactions, involved. The fear that, no matter how well prepared he is, no matter how much he trusts Dwayne to keep him in line, he'll lose it. End up like Zach was for so long, and still is sometimes. Wild and angry and almost feral. That Dwayne will have to fight him... and if he does, that he might lose.
He doesn't let him think about it, though. Pushes it to the back of his mind and lets Dwayne's solid, welcome, beloved presence ground him, and takes comfort from the fact that it seems to do as much for the wolf he can feel stirring inside him as it always has for the man he thinks he mostly still is. He laughs along with Dwayne and rubs his nose at the hollow between his mate's collar bones before pressing a kiss there and then drawing away a little. "Can't help it if I've got all the energy of youth, old man," he teases, grinning. "Just be glad you've got me to keep you young or who knows how fat and lazy you'd get." Except, of course, even before the world had gone to hell he couldn't picture Dwayne ever being anything but strong and fit and vital, and not just because he's a werewolf.
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Date: 2016-10-13 04:51 am (UTC)He doesn't let him think about it, though. Pushes it to the back of his mind and lets Dwayne's solid, welcome, beloved presence ground him, and takes comfort from the fact that it seems to do as much for the wolf he can feel stirring inside him as it always has for the man he thinks he mostly still is. He laughs along with Dwayne and rubs his nose at the hollow between his mate's collar bones before pressing a kiss there and then drawing away a little. "Can't help it if I've got all the energy of youth, old man," he teases, grinning. "Just be glad you've got me to keep you young or who knows how fat and lazy you'd get." Except, of course, even before the world had gone to hell he couldn't picture Dwayne ever being anything but strong and fit and vital, and not just because he's a werewolf.