Redtail Rise [m] bolero

There was no need to thank him, as usual, because Ratio spoke only the truth. His crimson eyes slipped closed and he breathed in deeply the scent of Ashlar as he spoke to him. It felt right to him? "It does." he agreed without hesitation, nuzzling into the fur at Ashalr's neck. He was grabby and cuddly, a side never seen under any other circumstance, not since he was a pup - not with anyone else. Not even Balto. He truly wanted to melt into the man and never return to himself again. Ratio did not give himself permission to do what he wanted lightly or often. 

Still, there had been another. He frowned to himself. "It does feel right." he agreed again, and buried his face into the man's fur further, hiding from him. "But the woman you met...did it feel right with her? Don't say these things to me if you don't mean it." I can't take it. It was unspoken but heavily implied. His voice was not accusatory or petulant, there was hesitance and an undercurrent of genuine fear. He'd tried not to show it but his insecurity bled through in his words and his tone. "Please. I want this but if you're not...please..." he couldn't help the quiet plea. He did not pull his face away, did not want to see his expression as he displayed such weakness.