Sunbeam Lair and he, of his high comrade sorrow dreaming

Oh. His breath catches, eyes widening slightly, and for a moment he's not sure he's understanding the situation correctly. The fear is suddenly overwhelmed by a rush of white-hot desire, though it lingers as a heavy undercurrent. He can only blink once in response, feeling some of the tension leave his body yet finding he still can't bring himself to move or speak. He lowers his head slightly, ears sweeping submissively against his crown. It feels so wrong to offer himself like this, to willingly be at the mercy of such a creature — but he'd been right; it is such an easy addiction to form.