[As stubborn and gruff as he often is, the release of tension against his confined cock and the gentle attention Wriothesley gives him has Nanami bending into the touch, eagerly seeking more. His growling melts into soft, hungry moans as he presses himself closer to the boxer’s body, tail wagging instinctively at the soft voice despite his best attempts to remain serious.

He’s tempted again to catch Wriothesley’s mouth in a deep kiss and bend him over the counter. His erection is aching for release and his instincts are screaming at him to claim his partner thoroughly, especially when he’s so willing. But Nanami refuses to go completely feral and lose all of his reason to need. He half-chases Wriothesley’s coy kiss, pulling back with all of his frayed restraint, and draws a deep breath as he forces himself to focus. Extracting himself from the boxer’s too tempting position, Nanami slips free of the man holding him and scoops him into a bridal carry. Anything more intimate and he really might lose his resolve not to fuck him against the nearest wall. He gives Wriothesley a pointed look as he pulls him closer, carrying the boxer to his room like a prize and setting him on the edge of the bed almost too gently. Especially compared to the impatient way his hands work to finally remove the rest of his clothes. He can’t strip down fast enough, panting as the air touches his skin and the fine yellow fur running down his back and around his crotch, urging him to satisfy his need for contact.]

You said you like to feel it in the morning? I hope that wasn’t a bluff.

[He leans down, putting a hand around the back of Wriothesley’s neck to tug him in for a deep, messy kiss.]

I want you to forget feeling anything else.

[Just pleasure and the submissive content of being completely wrung out. Something he’s sure the boxer has been lacking.]