Ravensblood Forest [M] lonely, lonely, lonely eyes

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She was making some half-assed attempt to explain something, but he wasn't really listening. Not that he'd listened before, really — but now Screech was so engrossed in the scent of her, the taste, the texture of that fur, and the more he tended to it the more irritated she got.

No, not irritated. Something else — something he didn't yet have a word for. But it was happening to him too. She was soothed by his nips and grabs, meanwhile the boy felt the opposite. That heat spread everywhere. Soon enough he wasn't just grabbing lightly at her but rather, pinching roughly with his teeth or chewing at her ears. He even began to lick at the back of her head and between her ears —

What was this? What was going on? He began to reach further, but each time he did that Screech had to press against her; that made him hold her tightly with his forelimbs and everything just sort of fell in to place after that. It wasn't romantic in the slightest, it wasn't anywhere near the realm of proper sex but he was so caught up in the experience — in the friction between them (verbal and otherwise), each individual sense becoming so attuned to her.

She wasn't talking anymore; he realized that as he inhaled deeply, pressing his face against the dark hair of her vertebrae. Screech felt a rigidity fall across him (he'd attribute it later to muscle soreness, but it was nothing like that), and without a sound he pressed himself againt her — inside — and out of the blundering mess that the situation was, the boy's brain spat out a strange thought: hah! Payback for the eye!

Cue musical interlude.