Sunbeam Lair and he, of his high comrade sorrow dreaming

want to fade over this? we can conclude or continue ❤

As the man moves, he notices belatedly the purple marking dyed into his fur; somehow, this pulls him from the haze, and he is reminded all at once that this is not the past. He shivers again under the stranger's affections, a soft whine slipping from him with the first nip. His touches are so gentle — not at all what he would have expected. The last of the tension leaves him slowly with this realization. Maybe it's stupid of him — maybe he'll regret this later. Right now, he doesn't care. He surrenders himself fully to his desire, whining again breathlessly at the feeling of teeth on the back of his neck. It occurs to him that this is out of character for him; lacking most of his memories, he assumes this is the first time he's done this with a stranger, so he can't bring himself to feel ashamed. It's only one time, right?
If only he knew; old habits die hard — even the ones you can't remember.