soooooo do y'all think valko has one spot on his head that makes his leg bounce/shake if you scratch it like a dog?
like imagine you're cuddling with valko, his head is on your chest and you're drawing your fingers though his hair, nails gently scratching at his undercut and scalp and he's practically melting into your touch, wolf ears out, tail resting in the space between both your legs, occasionally twitching.
Then you scratch the spot where his wolf ear meets his scalp and he hums in appreciation.
you scratch the spot again and he leans into your touch, chest rumbling, and you feel his tail slowly swish across your thighs.
A vision from your morning run of a dog at Linkon Park flashes flopped over blissed out, leg thumping in the air as a spot on his head is scratched by his person and a wicked urge settles in.
You settle both hands at the same spots, fingers scratching at the spot over and over until you him whine and feel his tail swishing back and forth over and over again. He shifts slightly and his left leg twitches.
Your face breaks out into a grin and your teeth sink into your lower lip as you try to suppress your delight at this discovery. Your fingers scratch the spots faster and and his leg shakes with mini kicks and you hear a sound escape Valko's throat, somewhere between a groan and a whine, tail furiously swishing about your entangled legs (and his twitching one)
"Sweetheart, you're really - mphh - pushing your luck tonight," he rumbles against your chest. " 'm not a dog, you know." He glares up at you, buuuuut the blush high on his cheeks and more human ears.
"Oh, if not dog, then why the leg shaking, Puppy?"
He hmphs and huffs, but his leg keeps shaking as you keep scratching that one spot.
"If its annoying you so much, " you start and slow you fingers, "I can stop. Is that what you want, Val?"
He snaps to attention, eyes locking with yours and his hands shoot out and capture both your wrists.
"I never said that, Lamb." The look on his face is dead serious and once again you feel the need to bite back your grin.
You start working your fingers against the spot were his wolf eats meet his scalp and the tension in his body instantly fades away. His hands fall away from your wrists and circle your body, hugging you close to him. His nose nuzzles against your clavicle, his leg resumes its shaking, and his tail is back to wagging with a vengeance, the steady thump thump thump of it hitting the back to the couch almost puts you in a trance as it drowns out the sounds of the reality show the two of you were barely watching.
Slowly the two of you fall asleep, exactly where you want to be.