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He shrugs again, distracted this time by Midar's scent and the warmth of where they're touching; as the pain fades, he's finding himself more concerned with their proximity than anything. I don't remember, He murmurs teasingly, tracing a path from his lover's cheek to the soft fur behind his ear. It's a different feeling now, being close to him — as electrifying as before, no doubt, but now there's a strange soft warmth spreading through his chest. He combs his teeth gently through the other's midnight fur, preening down the side of his neck slowly and wondering how Midar has gotten him to lower his guard so quickly. Maybe it doesn't matter — it's already happened, and he's not sure he'd want to stop it anyway.