Bearclaw Valley “What am I to you?”

The need to sneeze burned through his nose after she nipped it, only to fade away before anything could come out; there was a split second between then and the continuation of their play, as she gazed at him, where he felt rather frustrated by the lack of release. But just like the sneeze, that feeling subsided and he was right back to playing with her.

Each time their teeth clashed he heard a quiet click, though the collisions were soft and without any jarring effects. In a moment of desired control, he reached out to grab hold of her muzzle, but was distracted before he could follow through with it. Towards his face there came a paw, earning his attention and drawing his maw towards it, rather than her mouth. He aimed a few lazy nips towards her limb, but it wasn’t long after that he was looking back towards he face, tail waving freely behind him whilst the male leaned forward to begin grooming her face; he started at her cheeks, tongue drawn over them slowly, before eventually making his way towards her forehead.

Then suddenly, he stopped, a low whine slipping passed his lips as his hindquarters shifted so he was positioned directly over her. But rather than trying to go any further, he tilted his head down at an awkward angle to nip at her chest, essentially trying to distract himself and thus continue their moment of play.