@mangher said: The fox's cheeks were flushed a pretty red shade, nearly matching his hair. Fluffy ears were folded down, despite his head sinking into the soft pillow that smelled of Kang-dae. Takuya, or rather Taku-chan, was relaxed and warm. His skin slightly pink, adding it's own charm to how cozy he was feeling.
He was wearing one of Dae's shirts again. But this time he was baring his stomach, and chest, to his mate. One hand held the shirt up, the other was covering his face even is just partially. It wasn't fully just shyness this time, it was a little coy too, with how he looked at Dae through his lashes and how he purred.
Usually his tail too would curl up between his legs to cover him from their view, this time it curved to the side. Around his thigh and rested on his tummy. Takuya was bare, sans the shirt, leaving little to guesswork. The hand he'd covered his face with moves to reach for Kang-dae instead.
Fingertips touch warm skin and pull back for a heartbeat, then return again with a more confident touch of fingers sliding over skin until his palm rests on them. His tail taps against him. Dae moving closer has Takuya's flushed dick drool on his stomach.
Takuya was so much more open to intimacy this way, than he'd been before. Becoming just as eager to take as he is to give. It still had him more nervous if he couldn't see Dae, but that too was slowly becoming easier. He did prefer this, though.
The fluffy tail taps against him faster, as he cranes his head for kisses, begging for them with small licks on Dae's lips and a petulant needy whine.
Kang-dae’s gaze lingered on his mate, blue eyes tracing the beautiful flush that colored Takuya’s cheeks and spread across their chest. The sight made his pulse race, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch.
Takuya looked relaxed and was being openly needy. It was his own shirt, Kang-dae realized, that had been pushed high to bare their body.
He stayed fully in their line of sight as he shifted closer, settling beside them rather than between their thighs for now. One strong hand rested on their hip, thumb brushing slow circles over warm skin, while the other slid up their side beneath the borrowed shirt.
“What a lovely gift,” he murmured, heat smoldering in his eyes. His lust could blaze into wildfire if unleashed, but right now a slow burn was what they both needed. “Is this for me, Taku-chan? How lucky I am… to come back to something so pretty.”
He brushed his fingers along the base of their tail as it flicked restlessly. Takuya was already fidgeting, reaching for him, tongue seeking his mouth. Kang-dae hummed softly in reassurance.
“I’m here,” he chuckled, then leaned in before their pride could protest the smile tugging at his lips. Leaning in, he captured their lips in an unhurried kiss. His tongue stroked slowly against theirs, savoring the soft sounds and sweet taste that left him ravenous for more.
Mulled wine and cinnamon. The scent of home.
His mouth soon wandered, pressing open-mouthed kisses along their jaw and lower to the delicate curve of their collarbone. He avoided their neck entirely, instead lavishing attention on the sensitive skin just below it and across their chest. His tongue circled one nipple before drawing it between his lips, sucking gently while his fingers teased the other, rolling and pinching.
All the while, his free hand drifted downward. Fingers wrapped around Takuya’s flushed cock in a warm, firm grip. He stroked them in long, steady pulls from base to tip, his thumb sweeping over the sensitive head on every upward stroke and spreading the beads of precum that gathered there. The glide grew slick and smooth. He was more than happy to indulge them.
He varied the pressure now and then, drawing out their pleasure. He could feel them throb and twitch in his palm.
“You’re so beautiful,” he purred between kisses. “Does it feel good? Use your words, Taku-chan.”
His mouth continued its descent, trailing kisses and gentle nips down their stomach. His tongue dipped teasingly into their navel before moving lower, lips brushing the sensitive skin of their inner thighs. His hand never faltered. He stayed close, lifting his gaze often to meet theirs, making sure they could always see him.
The soft brush of their tail against his body, the heat of their skin, the broken sounds they tried to stifle—every detail sharpened his focus. He wanted to drown them in pleasure until nothing existed except his face and his name when they finally came up for air.
“Tell me what you want,” Kang-dae urged again. He replaced his thumb with the heavy, wet drag of his tongue. “Everything I am… everything I can give you… is already yours.”
