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Alarian suppressed another yawn, delighting in the kisses Lennon planted on his face. He returned them enthusiastically, finding himself more awake with the affection. The boy's mood began to shift; he was undeniably affected by his companion's presence-- and not always in the most innocent of ways. A bit of friskiness underlaid his affections now.

Ali gently explored his love's features with his nose, brushing over his muzzle and cheeks first, his forehead, then his ears. He drew his tongue softly over the outside edge of one of them, then nibbled along the fur just under it. Lennon's scent was intoxicating to him, and he burned at every point of contact they shared, shivered a little every time the dark man moved. Before he could get too carried away, the boy stopped himself and gestured for Lennon to follow him, moving quietly away from the others.