Neverwinter Forest it's about progress

Zephyr feels none of the turmoil plaguing Mal, still fairly ignorant about things like heat and sex. He likes the closeness, though, and he likes the way the other male smells. Ironic, considering the conflict caused by the scent threaded through his own fur, but that escapes him for now.
Light as he is, it's fairly easy for Mal to push him away — but that doesn't mean he'll give up as easily. He slides off and into the snow with a huff, then dives down, burying his face against Mal as he more or less burrows between the other's legs and into his chest fur (kinda like when dogs go ham and go face-down into the floor to roll around for a bit like this). He's less interested in play now, though, and more interested in being as close as possible.