Owen was crazy with joy, his eyes lighting up. The pain of the rut seemed no longer too unbearable now that the mental medicine had taken effect.
"You've agreed, so you can't regret it. I'll give you time, as long as you want, but don't make me wait too long until my hair turns gray."
He somewhat didn't dare believe this was the truth, grinning from ear to ear. His Rowan was so silly; even accepting a beastman's love, he was as clumsy as a recruit on the battlefield for the first time.
"Mhm, just don't force it too much." Rowan felt his face heat up slightly and used a bit of strength to pry away Owen's hand, which was gripping his waist so tightly it felt like it might crush it.
Owen loosened his grip a little. He really wanted to steal a few kisses right now, wanted to lick that white neck, but he was afraid of scaring Rowan, who had just agreed to open his heart, so he had to swallow his saliva and suppress it.
