Silvertip Mountain But feathers are meant for the sky

He tried to grin with her tail in his mouth, but it was a little difficult. Still, his eyes sparkled with playfulness. He suddenly found her jaws on the fur on his chest, and his playful attitude turned suddenly serious. Steady had not had a female touch him in, what was for him, an intimate place in a very long time. 

The smile left his face as she beamed up at him. Before he realized what he was doing, his tongue was snaking out towards her muzzle in what could only be discerned as a kiss. When he realized his intent, his eyes widened. Had he overstepped his boundaries? Would she be angry? His heart pounded in his chest as the world around him seemed to stop. I-I... I'm so sorry, he said, taking a few steps back. I-I don't know what I was thinking. Why was he stuttering? He never stuttered.