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A part of him—the part that didn't understand for a moment what was going on—had hoped that she'd come up with something else. That he'd be able to get away without doing the deed, but that just wasn't going to happen. And so he'd rounded her form, eyes trailing along the length of her body before having settled on the base of her tail. Yet his gaze hadn't been made to linger there for very long, having started to trail downwards once her tail was raised. To his surprise and utter bewilderment, his friend had made an appearance only moments after he'd started inspecting the stranger's backside. He'd taken that as a hint that, for the moment at least, what he was about to do was fine. Surely his body wouldn't betray him, trick him into doing something that wasn't natural.

"Don't tell anyone about this," he'd muttered, stepping near enough then so that he could swing a forelimb over her back. He'd stayed like that at first, only to bring up his other limb and hook each one around either sides of her hips, yanking her closer. He'd been slow moving at first, prodding around a few times until his mark had been hit, and then his hesitation seemed to fly right out the window. Reaching forward, Xan had snagged her scruff between his jaws, pulling perhaps a bit harder than intended as his hips began to move against her own. He'd been met with an array of different feelings, all of which being entirely new to him, and none being something that he'd felt he needed to shy away from. Things seemed to click within his mind, but he'd not the capability of thinking too far into it at the moment. His focus remained on her, his grip growing tighter every now and again, whilst his thrusts became rougher as he no longer had any reason to hold back.