Lion Head Mesa The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming the moon's gonna owe it one

kallik relaxed under their careful movements. jawahir licked along his ears, reaching up along his cheeks and the sides of his throat. they raked small paws through the pelt of his chest, feeling how the tight and thick white hairs separated and untangled beneath their claws.
who is merrit? only your cousin? jawahir murmured, pressing the side of their muzzle to his own, plucking at a particularly stubborn knot of fur.
men were easy. it did not mean that there was no pleasure in their actions, no enjoyment in how kallik allowed himself to be soothed and cleansed.
it did not mean that jawahir did not anticipate what was to come.