Hoshor Plains Never in the daylight

Coin gold eyes flick over the plains of Derg’s face, noticing the smile that seemingly brightens up the night. At his request, the larger comes to step over the males legs and eases himself down close to him. Leaning on an elbow to prop himself up, he allows himself to tuck his remaining limbs closer to Derg’s body.

When settled the other asks him another question. Then goes to groom him pleasantly. The tongue gliding on his fur and the way he forages through it makes him hum casually. “You’d like me to tell you how I’m feeling.” He parrots back. “I’m feeling alright in general; happy. In the moment I could be feeling a little something else.” With his last words he raises his brows suggestively and smiles to him. 

He sets his gaze on him. “How’re you feeling, Derg?” He hums in question. Voice smooth and low.