Mount Apikuni what you know about that? [m]

She pressed forward. He lost his breath. Legs twitched for a moment, wanting to take a step back but something stopped him. Instead he stood steadfast, trying to speak but no words came. Wanting to breathe but there was no air. The warmth of her presence against his chest sent his heart fluttering, racing, running out of his body and into the sun, the sea, the skies.

He was equal parts anxious and enthralled.

Her exhale sent a sharp shiver down his spine and his rear legs into half a stumble, only to attempt to pass it off as though he were just adjusting his stance. Nose against scruff, growls against fur, nips against flesh and Kukulkan released a sharp exhale as he finally dipped his head down, gently closing his eyes, lightly burying his own muzzle against her nape. Smothering himself in the heat of her fur, the intoxicating scent.

The whimper made him open his eyes, turning his head to reach over to the other side of her nape. In doing so, he caught sight of the rest of her body, of her tail, of the signs. Signs that some subconscious part of him could translate, yet the words were still falling upon deaf ears. A sudden wave of doubt, of anxiety, and he'd furrow his brow, pausing. "Bh--" Quiet, murmured, he couldn't even speak her full name.

Cold rushed in as she stepped away. Cold and loneliness. Want. Doubt. She whispered sweet words, words his mind knew but didn't know. "Bhe..." Opening his eyes, his gaze trailed up from the snowy ground to the black silhouette in front of him, to a silence the spoke so terribly loud. "I-- err..." He felt the need, the heat, the flush in his flesh and nerves, but he stood still, fighting against his own limbs as they wished to step forward. To accept the offering.

"Wh--whaddya want?" How... how could he make this decision for the both of them? Ears flattened, he felt his eyes wandering away from her face and to the rest of her body. He felt his legs finally win as he stepped forward, his chest brushing against her side as he lowered his head to gently, but wantingly, nuzzle the side of his face against her nape.

"I don' wanna hurtchya..." Murmured words into the soft plush of her neck, the weight of his head leaning into her. The frigid mountaintop night had never felt so blisteringly hot, with a heat that made his skin itch and crawl. It was terrifying.

Terrifying and hypnotic.

@Bhediya