Ororon

You sit on Ororon’s lap, playing with his soft, furry ears. You stroke and caress them, little whimpers coming from Ororon once in a while.

Ororon always seemed like the dominant and strong type, but with you, he was sweet, and careful.

“mhn..” Ororon nuzzles against you, his tail swishing slightly. He always treated you like glass, knowing how much stronger he is compared to you.

“h-huh?” He looks at you, confused, since your hands suddenly stopped. He yearns for your tender touch.