Cerulean Cape soft boys

his heart begins to race as fynn reaches his side and makes contact, and he finds himself dropping the hare thoughtlessly to return the kisses. "you were falling back asleep, weren't you?" he mumbles teasingly, planting kisses across his brow and down the side of his face. his stomach rumbles a little, affronted by his change of focus, but he ignores it in favor of pressing closer to embrace his boyfriend. his thick fur is as warm as always, and the chill in the air tempts him to burrow into it and forget the meal entirely.