Emberwood [m] Lynchpin

While this level of intimacy was completely new to him, his instinct drove him to comply with her hints and pleas- something primal demanded that he set himself free of his usual amount of overthinking. This wasn't a test, it was a dance. One he'd never experienced before and yet his body knew what to do. She was a capable leader, and he would move as she moved, responding to each invitation with dutiful compliance. His teeth grazed against her skin, and within his chest a crooning note of ardor, a song he had composed just for her. 

She would not need to beg him; he was compliant to her will and wishes, and even as deft as her invitation was, he was beckoned and responded without hesitation to align his shoulder with her hip. He caressed the fur of her shoulders with gentle, combing motions of his teeth, preening her gently, until he felt assured that her affection was not only flirtatious, but consensual. He would take the lead, and take her into his embrace so that they could begin the waltz that they would share together.