Blackfeather Woods [m] i've known everything but this

Then do this for me. She said as she motioned to the trees; he ducked his head and began to stride around her, knowing when to give in; even if he had his own personal hang-ups Mou was easily manipulated. He could not listen to her pleading voice and the hurt his refusal caused; either way she would be hurt, but she was asking for it and for the time being that meant he was not to blame. If things went wrong (as he so desperately feared they would) Mou could not be faulted — he'd given her an out.

Please, she begged of him, and finally Mou's spirit broke for her.

He was soundless as he drifted alongside her, moving in to position — even giving her small moments of cold affection, drawing his investigative nose along her spry body; a nudge at the hip, some soft nibbles as he groomed at her - turning, positioning himself - and then without warning he lifted up and carefully, but quickly, snared her with his forelimbs. His paws tucked against her hips at first. He shuffled awkwardly, aligning their bodies — but then he stopped.

Y-you hafta — um, he couldn't quite make his voice loud enough, feeling so many things at once but primarily a growing and insurmountable anxiety, M-move your tail, please. It wasn't suave, or cute, or charming, but all kinds of awkward as he tried to fit their two bodies together; this was what she wanted, he thought. Just let it happen — she wants this, just do it, she loves you — but what about after?