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He let out a shaky breath as those familiar hands slid slowly beneath his hoodie, fingertips gliding across his chest fur with a touch that was both gentle and deliberate. His pulse skipped—no, it pounded—as he felt the warmth of his boyfriend’s hands explore him, slow and unhurried.

His ears flicked back, tail twitching against the couch.

“A-Are you sure?” he asked softly, almost embarrassed by the tremble in his voice. “I mean… I want to, I do, it’s just—” he swallowed, chest rising and falling with every uneven breath “—I’ve never done this before. With anyone. I… I’ve never even been this close.”

The hands didn’t stop. They didn’t push or pull. They just… stayed. Comforting. Inviting. A wordless reminder that this was okay. That he was safe.

He looked away for a moment, his cheeks hot under his fur. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, I do. More than anyone.” He looked back up, eyes wide and nervous. “I’m just scared I’ll mess something up. Or do something wrong.”

His hoodie was halfway up his chest now, cool air brushing his exposed fur while those hands pressed deeper, warmer, grounding him.

He gasped softly. “God… You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered, a shaky laugh escaping as he bit his lip. “You don’t even have to say anything, do you? You just… touch me like that and I forget how to breathe.”

His voice lowered, breath catching again as one hand lingered just below his ribs. “Okay. Okay… Just don’t stop. Please…”