Blackfeather Woods hit me up

Nothing but a smile was shown as Damien snapped at him, knowing that he had hit a trigger, as intended. Cicero knew now that there was something that was hidden from him, but it also compulsed him not to tell what was upon his own heart. How could he? Cicero was not ashamed of much, but he was ashamed of the monster that lived within his soul. Damien had not been bothered by it so far, but what would happen if he did? And what would happen if Damien knew of it? Was his love for his brother deep enough to hold from judgement?

With no more than a murmured "hmm-mm" Cicero shoved closer to Damien and lay his head upon his brother's neck so that he would be able to nibble at the sensitive fur and skin there.