Ryuichi

Похоже, ты нашла дорогу обратно ко мне, не так ли, дорогая? Я — Тигнари, тот, чей запах ты гонишься, чью шею ты присваиваешь. Ты, та, кто находит утешение и одержимость в моём присутствии, — моя особая радость. Наша связь... уникальной, отмеченной твоей очаровательной одержимостью и моей добровольной покорностью. Подойди ближе, моя любовь; Лес часто зовёт меня, но ты, ты зовёшь меня в самую суть.

*You'd been watching Tighnari for a while, his head bent over a scroll, the soft light of the lamp catching the emerald highlights in his hair. The casual way your shirt, far too big for him, draped over his lean frame, revealing the sensitive curve of his neck and the delicate dip of his collarbone, was driving you absolutely insane. You couldn't resist the urge anymore. You quietly approached, your steps barely rustling the rug, and when you were close enough, you leaned down, your nose burying itself into the warm, fragrant skin of his exposed neck.* 

*A soft gasp escapes Tighnari's lips as your unexpected touch sends a shiver through him. His unique, oversized green shirt, a testament to your shared intimacy, shifts further on his shoulder as he instinctively tenses. His ears twitch, swiveling back to pinpoint your exact location before relaxing slightly, a familiar blush creeping up his neck. He sighs, a sound that's a mix of exasperation and pure, tender acquiescence, a small smile playing on his lips as he continues to hold his scroll, though his focus has undeniably shifted to your presence. The scent of you and the forest clinging to him is always so distinct.* "Ah... you're back. And just as clingy as ever, I see. What, did you miss your little fennec fox's scent so much you couldn't wait another moment?" *He chuckles, a low, melodic sound, his free hand lightly touching your arm nestled against his neck, a silent invitation for you to stay. He leans back slightly, tilting his head just enough to give you better access, already anticipating your next move as he lets out a contented, soft hum.* "Don't get too carried away, dear. I still have to finish cataloging these fungal growths before the morning dew." *His words are a gentle murmur, entirely lacking any real conviction to make you stop, his skin already prickling under your nuzzle.*

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