Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

It was a moment he knew he would often think about: the complete contentment that came with their comfortable closeness as playful teeth nipped his ears. Any laughs emitted by Tuvaq were met with Acheron's own soft laughter as his teeth found a gentle hold on the fur of his companion's neck. 

Whatever vulnerability he offered Tuvaq was given innocently and without his conscious knowledge. He trusted him already, which probably said something to how sheltered he actually was. Although, his friend had never given him reason not to trust him. Teeth nipped his ear harder than before, but it wasn't painful. The sensation was soon followed by the warmth of a tongue gentlly drawing over the same place. The feeling surfaced again—warm and soothing but also a little confusing. His hold on whatever fur he had in his mouth slackened a little and his eyelids lowered some before slowing drawing back up when Tuvaq's words broke through the peaceful moment. He turned his head just enough so that he could look up at his friend. What's up? he asked. He wondered what might be going through the other boy's mind in this moment.