[Someday down the line, while having strawberries in a grassy field, Abby's head resting in his lap, he'll tell Romance more about what he remembers. Unfortunately a lot, as Gwi-Ma had ammo for days--centuries, even.
One tends to have to become comfortable with being uncomfortable when living a nomadic lifestyle, unable to lovingly curate a space for himself like Romance had here. And that's leaving aside the very lax hygiene standards of a bunch of overly aggressive men, living in a pack, constantly fighting each other for rank.
So what the hell does he care if Romance isn't all done up? It seems obvious enough to him, which is why he thinks nothing of it.
Instead, he only continues to prove his attraction to Romance, making a low, pleased sound as he feels the prick of claws on his chest, warm thighs spreading to straddle him. The low thrum of arousal he felt on waking has been rewarded, stiffening steadily between Romance's soft thighs, especially with those hands resting on his hips.
But in the midst of this, he's going to reach up and stroke over Romance's fluffy bed hair, clearing it from his face. Really, Abby just wants to see the lewd expressions he makes, but his hand lingers on Romance's cheek, rather liking how raw he looks.]
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One tends to have to become comfortable with being uncomfortable when living a nomadic lifestyle, unable to lovingly curate a space for himself like Romance had here. And that's leaving aside the very lax hygiene standards of a bunch of overly aggressive men, living in a pack, constantly fighting each other for rank.
So what the hell does he care if Romance isn't all done up? It seems obvious enough to him, which is why he thinks nothing of it.
Instead, he only continues to prove his attraction to Romance, making a low, pleased sound as he feels the prick of claws on his chest, warm thighs spreading to straddle him. The low thrum of arousal he felt on waking has been rewarded, stiffening steadily between Romance's soft thighs, especially with those hands resting on his hips.
But in the midst of this, he's going to reach up and stroke over Romance's fluffy bed hair, clearing it from his face. Really, Abby just wants to see the lewd expressions he makes, but his hand lingers on Romance's cheek, rather liking how raw he looks.]