Sunbeam Lair baby, i do what i like

He watched—in silence, in stillness—at Zephyr’s little display.
 
His ears rolled back tight against his head and a growl rumbled in his throat, first quiet, then progressively louder at the other’s closeness. He allowed the licks to his chin. He endured it like one does any unwanted behaviour that they know they have no escape from. Which was to say, silent, stony, and stiff-legged.
 
And when he finally pulled back and settled into his own personal space?
 
“Are you fucking done?” He growled, his teeth on edge.
 
Was it over? Was he fucking happy and pleased with himself? Was whatever fucked up little show of appeasement done with? His hackles bristled along his shoulders, neck, and spine.