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It had been over two months since Scaramouche began courting the owner of a restaurant, a half-sheep, half-rabbit hybrid. The restaurant had become like a second home to him. His routine changed from ordering delivery when hungry to walking to the restaurant every morning, sharing meals, and helping as a waiter. Outsiders already assumed they were a couple.
His devotion paid off. He now had Kazuha's phone number and chat app for communication. On busy days or late nights in the city, he would video call Kazuha before bed. He'd see Kazuha lying on the bed, pearly white hair with red streaks spread across the pillow, framing his clear complexion. After bathing, Kazuha's large, doe-like eyes would be especially alluring, and his oversized t-shirt revealed a tempting glimpse of his smooth neck. Whether intentional or not, it was certainly effective.
After these calls, Scaramouche could never sleep immediately, needing to release his pent-up emotions in private. It was a bittersweet happiness - seeing his adorable love interest every night but unable to touch. He could only wait patiently for the day he could claim his reward.
Their relationship was progressing smoothly. Kazuha seemed comfortable around him now, unlike the initial nervousness. As they spent time together, Scaramouche discovered more about Kazuha's nature.
His Kazuha was incredibly affectionate.
It started with light touches on the shoulder or hand. As trust grew, the affection intensified. Lately, Kazuha would hug Scaramouche's waist from behind, nuzzling into his back. He loved having his head and soft sheep ears petted. But when Scaramouche tried to take things further, Kazuha would pout and pull away, always teasing but never fulfilling.
Scaramouche wanted to advance their relationship but hadn't found the right moment to ask Kazuha to be his lover officially. He worried it might be too soon, and didn't want Kazuha to think he was only interested physically. Yet, he feared waiting too long might cost him his chance. Even with his daily presence, others still tried to court Kazuha.
He admitted to being very jealous and possessive. Kazuha seemed to sense this, always rejecting others' advances and then cuddling up to Scaramouche when alone to soothe him.
His infatuation had only deepened. This month, he was determined to ask Kazuha to be his lover, so they could discuss moving in together.
A thunderclap interrupted Scaramouche's planning. His deep blue eyes narrowed as he assessed the weather before checking his watch.
It was past 7 PM. Scaramouche sighed. He had been at a big city company today, intending to buy groceries and have dinner at Kazuha's house after work. But the meeting ran late, ruining his plans. Now rain was imminent.
He replied to Kazuha's concerned message, feeling warmth spread through his chest. His usually stern face softened into a smile. Since meeting Kazuha, Scaramouche's expressions had become more relaxed and cheerful.
A raindrop hit his cheek, making him squint. Soon, a downpour obscured his vision with white.
The heavy rain didn't stop Scaramouche. As a non-human, his sense of smell and night vision were superior, though the rain slowed his progress. Passing Kazuha's lit restaurant, he hesitated briefly before his feet carried him to the door.
"Scaramouche," Kazuha opened the door just as Scaramouche reached it. His dark eyebrows rose in surprise, but before he could react, slender hands pulled him inside.
"Kazuha, how did you know?" he asked as Kazuha locked the door with a frown.
Without answering, Kazuha fetched a clean towel and began drying Scaramouche's face and hair, perhaps a bit rougher than necessary.
"Ouch, why are you angry?" Scaramouche complained.
"Don't whine. I knew something was wrong when you stopped replying. What were you thinking, walking in this rain? What if you get sick? What if I hadn't realized you were coming and gone to bed? Were you planning to walk home like this?" Kazuha scolded, his delicate brows furrowed in disapproval. Despite his words, his hands continued gently drying Scaramouche.
Hearing the lengthy lecture, Scaramouche blinked rapidly before breaking into a smile.
"Why are you smiling?" Kazuha demanded.
"I'm happy."
"Are you even list--"
"How could I not be happy when the person I like cares so much about me?"
The small, pouty lips prepared to retort quickly pressed together, a faint pink blush coloring clear cheeks. The hands that had been rubbing vigorously in irritation now slowed. Scaramouche took the opportunity to nuzzle his face into the small palms, covering them with his larger hands. Deep blue eyes locked onto the person before him.
"I'm sorry. It won't happen again," the deep voice whispered near Kazuha's ear. The cat-like apologetic face made Kazuha flush red all over. However, feeling the cool dampness of Scaramouche's body, Kazuha furrowed his brows again. He pinched Scaramouche's arm, eliciting a dramatic yelp, before dragging him to the bathroom.
"You're this cold and still teasing me. Go shower and change, I'll bring you clothes."
Scaramouche complied, doing as told with the threat of another pinch. His sharp gaze followed the shy figure walking ahead.
He swallowed hard.
He just noticed Kazuha was wearing only an oversized black t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh, showcasing smooth calves and legs. Each step made the shirt's hem flutter tantalizingly, though it revealed small shorts underneath.
Usually seeing Kazuha fully covered, this different attire - sleepwear that displayed soft white skin seemingly begging to be bitten - made Scaramouche's previously cold body heat up stubbornly.
"Won't you join me?" he teased the little lamb who had escorted this drenched wolf to the bathroom. A soft hand swatted his pale arm.
"Don't be naughty. I just bathed. Hurry up before you get sick."
"But I have no clothes. Can I just come out wrapped in a towel?"
"I said I'd bring you some. Stop it," Kazuha tried to look stern, but his flushed cheeks betrayed his embarrassment. Scaramouche almost wanted to pull the white-haired youth in for a kiss. He was being far too adorable.
The closing door and hurried footsteps fleeing made Scaramouche chuckle softly, feeling fond. He began removing his clothes and accessories until only his bare, pale body remained. Despite appearances, he wasn't fragile. Well-defined muscles lined his form, with light hair trailing down. On his back, a large red and black tattoo of a higanbana flower seemed to move like spider silk when he did, beautiful yet dangerous like its owner.
Stepping under the showerhead, he let warm water cascade over him from head to toe. His pale skin flushed pink, the tattoo's red deepening. Blue eyes closed briefly before opening again. His strong hand pushed back his hair before bracing against the wall. Scaramouche inhaled the lingering scent of the house's owner, breathing deeply as certain images entered his mind. He couldn't help imagining Kazuha's smooth, bare form showering in this very spot...
In his mind's eye, he saw Kazuha's lithe form occupying this very spot, bare and glistening. Fantasies unfolded of passionate entanglements, tender flesh pressed together, punctuated by breathless sighs and fervent caresses. The vision was so visceral he could almost feel soft curves yielding beneath his touch.
Scaramouche, eyes reddening from the water, breathed heavily as pent-up emotions began to flow. His mind wandered while his strong hand tended to his aroused lower regions. Head tilted back, he let out low, husky groans. The rhythmic sounds of self-pleasure mingled with the shower's pattering as his body tensed, nearing climax.
"Scara, I've left clothes in the basket outside" Kazuha's soft voice called through the door.
The voice of the one he'd been imagining triggered his release, spilling thick fluid into his hand. He stroked a few more times, letting the water wash away all traces.
He wondered if Kazuha had heard anything strange, given how quickly he left. Rather than feeling embarrassed at the possibility, Scaramouche smiled proudly.
Before his thoughts could wander again, he quickly finished bathing. Opening the door, he retrieved the clothes - a large black t-shirt and matching shorts that fit frustratingly well. He towel-dried his damp hair haphazardly before hurrying out, hair tousled, to find the cause of his turmoil.
Scaramouche was annoyed about the clothes. The shirt was fine, likely one of Kazuha's oversized sleep shirts. But the perfectly fitting shorts couldn't be Kazuha's - he was slimmer and smaller. So whose were they?
A brother's? Kazuha had said he was an only child. An ex-boyfriend's? Had Kazuha dated before? The more he thought, the more his irritation showed on his face.
The disgruntled, fluffy-haired cat stomped grumpily until he found the slender figure arranging the dining table. Without a word, Scaramouche sat in a chair and pulled Kazuha onto his lap. The sudden action startled Kazuha, his pink sheep ears popping out from his soft hair before flattening in fear.
"Scara..." The ruby-red eyes trembled, looking up in confusion, meeting the intense gaze that bore down with an overwhelming presence. The half-human, half-lamb hybrid shivered, his slender body trying to pull away, but this only seemed to displease the man before him. Strong hands encircled his waist, drawing him closer. The embrace was possessive as he nuzzled the small lamb's ear before gently nipping it, causing the one on his lap to start and let out a soft sound.
"Whose clothes are these that you gave me to wear?" The husky voice and warm breath caressed the human's ear, causing it to flush. Kazuha tilted his head away, exposing his fair neck and smooth shoulder. This allowed the other to lean in and inhale the faint sweet scent he loved, leaving light marks across the skin. The vivid red against milky white was enchanting, gradually soothing his irritation.
The soft figure on his lap leaned weakly against Scaramouche, utterly spent. His full lips parted, releasing quiet sounds. One rough hand left the slender waist to slip under the other's loose shirt, caressing the smooth skin appreciatively. Kazuha arched and trembled, pushing against Scaramouche's shoulders.
"No, I... mmph..." He tried to push away but was pulled even closer. His red eyes glistened with moisture, looking pitiful. Unable to resist, Scaramouche leaned down to plant a big kiss on his cheek.
"Will you tell me whose shirt it is now?"
"Is this... what you've been upset about?" Kazuha's expression was incredulous, his small face starting to pout. "They're all clothes I bought for you. You often bring me gifts, so I just wanted to give something back." Scaramouche's face immediately lit up upon learning Kazuha had bought the outfit especially for him. Then, remembering his earlier behavior, his smile faltered. He quickly shifted from wolf to kitten, nuzzling Kazuha's soft cheek and murmuring apologies.
"First, please move your hand. Then let me down so I can eat properly." The fake cat complied, reluctantly removing his hand but not letting Kazuha off his lap.
"You can eat on my lap, can't you? Please? I promise to stay still." Scaramouche put on an innocent, pleading expression. Kazuha blinked rapidly, almost seeing cat ears and a tail appear on the other man. Was he a dog or a cat after all?
Though still slightly miffed, hunger won out. Kazuha shifted to face the dining table where carrot cake, hot milk, and black coffee were laid out. He hadn't expected company, so he'd only prepared food for himself and coffee for his guest.
"Have you eaten yet? I only made coffee for you. Would you like to try some of my carrot cake?" He lifted a piece with his fork, turning to look at Scaramouche with wide eyes.
"I've already eaten, but if you're offering to feed me, I'd be happy to taste it." He opened his mouth, waiting. Kazuha pouted, his lamb ears alternating between perked and drooping with his mood. Yet his cheeks were as red as ripe cherries.
He fed the cake to the other as requested, his beautiful eyes watching intently as Scaramouche savored it.
"How does it taste?" Scaramouche licked his lips. The sweetness was just right, quite satisfying. Meeting the eyes that looked up expectantly for an answer made him feel a ticklish sensation at the cuteness. He took the slender hand holding the fork and licked the cake crumbs from it, continuing up to the fair knuckles. Kazuha startled.
"I like it" Scaramouche's sharp gaze met the other's fondly. "It's delicious."
"Scaramouche!" When extremely flustered, Kazuha tended to call out his name . Scaramouche chuckled, allowing the pouting little lamb to turn away and eat his cake properly. He sipped the special coffee Kazuha had brewed for him, while watching the one on his lap adorably nibble at the cake, bite by bite.
The hot coffee warmed his body, but certain lingering emotions remained. His sharp eyes observed the one on his lap eating cake until cream smeared his lips. A small tongue darted out to clean up, but some still remained. Unable to resist, he reached out to gently wipe it away. Kazuha turned with a slightly surprised look before smiling sweetly in gratitude, then returned to sipping his hot milk.
Traces of white milk clung to those full lips, with a drop trailing down the fair skin to his chin, then along his neck where faint marks were visible, before disappearing into the loose-fitting shirt.
A small tongue emerged to lick away the opaque liquid.
Scaramouche, who had been staring absentmindedly, swallowed hard as he tried to calm himself. Though he managed to restrain from any impulsive actions, he couldn't entirely control his body's natural responses. The situation was made more challenging by Kazuha's constant shifting on his lap, causing friction. His recent visit to the bathroom seemed to have provided little relief.
Scaramouche wasn't sure if Kazuha had noticed, but suddenly the other went still, his ears perking up. Then that adorable face flushed red as he lowered his head, quietly eating his cake with drooping ears. From this reaction, Scaramouche surmised that he probably had realized.
A mischievous smile played on Scaramouche's handsome face. He set down his empty coffee cup before gently running his hand along Kazuha's thigh. He glanced at the smaller figure on his lap, who pretended not to notice despite his trembling hands.
Scaramouche's arms slipped under Kazuha's loose shirt, slowly caressing the soft skin beneath. He felt the other shiver more intensely. Kazuha's free hand moved to stop him through the fabric, but Scaramouche paid no heed. His touches elicited a shaky gasp from the younger one.
"Scara, please don't" Kazuha pleaded, his voice quavering as he tried to pull away from the strong embrace.
"Kazuha," a husky whisper brushed against his ear. "May I taste you?" A warm hand glided over his hip, kneading gently enough to leave a phantom imprint. Then it cupped the curve of his bottom, drawing him closer in a slow, rhythmic motion. The meaning behind those words became unmistakably clear.
"N-no... stop..."
"I'm starving. Don't you pity me?" A tender tongue traced the shell of Kazuha's ear, now flushed a deep pink. A soft whimper escaped his lips as tears of pleasure welled in his eyes. His trembling fingers lost their grip, and the fork clattered to the floor. The heat of their bodies pressed together through layers of fabric, awakening a sweet ache that threatened to soak through his clothes.
Scaramouche lifted kazuha, repositioning him to face each other. He tilted Kazuha's small chin up to meet his gaze, his voice taking on a slightly pleading tone as he spoke.
"May I, please?" Scaramouche's handsome face and pleading tone made Kazuha press his full lips together thoughtfully. After a moment's consideration, he decided to take the large hand cupping his chin. The small tongue of the sheep-human, which Scaramouche had been watching intently as Kazuha ate cake earlier, now caressed along Scaramouche's long fingers. Kazuha's large, dewy eyes gazed up at Scaramouche while his curvy hips began to grind and rock against the young wolf-man's hardness through their clothes.
"I'm... I'm still hungry too," Kazuha's sheep ears drooped shyly against his soft white hair. His small face flushed as he looked up imploringly. "Scara... please feed m-" His words were cut short as Scaramouche's deep blue eyes darkened with intensity. strong hands gripped Kazuha's tantalizing waist, pulling him down as Scaramouche thrust upwards. Kazuha's mouth fell open in a breathy gasp. He whimpered about the discomfort, trying to pull away, but Scaramouche captured his lips in a deep kiss he'd long dreamed of.
Scaramouche explored Kazuha's mouth hungrily, savoring every sweet sound. His passionate kisses left Kazuha breathless and weak. Pulling back only briefly to let him catch his breath, Scaramouche dove in again, addicted to the intoxicating mix of cake and milk on Kazuha's lips. His hands roamed eagerly, leaving trails of warmth across Kazuha's fair skin.
Kazuha's fists weakly struck Scaramouche's broad shoulders as he neared his limit. The relentless assault left him breathless. Shouldn't the first time be gentler? Why was his partner so overcome with desire, as if ready to devour him whole?
Unbeknownst to Kazuha, his flushed face and pleading red-rimmed eyes ignited Scaramouche's primal instincts. The sheep-man's alluring scent enveloped him, heightening his passion. Reluctantly breaking their kiss, Scaramouche gave one last tender nibble to Kazuha's soft lips before trailing his mouth along his neck and shoulder. He left marks of possession with his teeth as his hips moved in a mesmerizing rhythm that left Kazuha dazed with pleasure.
Strong hands caressed Kazuha's form before gently tugging at his pants. Scaramouche's eyebrows raised slightly, surprised to find nothing underneath. He eased the garment off, letting it pool around Kazuha's pale ankles. Unable to resist, he gave a playful squeeze to Kazuha's soft curves, eliciting a small gasp. The younger man pouted, looking adorably hurt. Scaramouche felt an overwhelming urge to kiss those sulking lips until Kazuha was breathless once more.
"Dressing like this to welcome me... Are you sure about this?" Scaramouche's intense gaze never left Kazuha. The lamb-boy blinked innocently, resting his head on the strong shoulder to catch his breath before looking up coyly.
"Don't you like it?"
Scaramouche gritted his teeth. How could he hold back now?
Scaramouche gently guided the pliant Kazuha to lean back against his chest. He carefully lifted Kazuha's pale thighs, marked with faint traces of their passion, to rest atop the table. The exposed position caused Kazuha to flush deeply, his hands moving instinctively to cover himself, only to be tenderly intercepted.
"Be good now, don't hide," Scaramouche murmured, his lips brushing Kazuha's sensitive ear. Meanwhile, his fingers dipped into the cake's frosting, becoming delightfully messy.
"What are you doing—ahh!" Kazuha clawed at Scaramouche's strong arm as the fingers, coated in cream, slipped into his sensitive opening. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes as his slender body writhed with the intense sensation, accompanied by trembling moans that only fueled the burning desire further. Scaramouche's fingers explored the warm, tight walls, rhythmically probing and adding more fingers, causing the slick sound of cream to fill the air.
"Relax a bit," Scaramouche whispered soothingly to the compliant Kazuha, who moaned in pain while his lower body eagerly took in the fingers, sucking and gripping them tightly.
Kazuha moaned, unable to argue despite his discomfort. The intense sensation in his lower abdomen and the trembling core nearing climax left his mind foggy. Frustrated by Scaramouche's teasing, he ended up moving his hips to meet the probing fingers, driven by his own desires.
Hips moved rhythmically, hands stroked his own member, while his mouth moaned out his lover's name, pleading for more vigorous action, making it clear how much he yearned for Scaramouche's touch.
Scaramouche clenched his jaw, feeling his own hardness straining against his pants. The sight of Kazuha’s delicate body writhing on his lap, coupled with his sweet moans, was almost too much to bear. He thrust his fingers into the reddened, swollen opening, causing it to bubble with pleasure. The warmth of the tight embrace and Kazuha’s quivering body made him release his own climax, spilling over Kazuha’s wrist.
Scaramouche looked at Kazuha’s flushed, dazed face, his eyes glazed and moaning softly, his body weakly nestled against his chest. He withdrew his fingers, smearing the cream over Kazuha’s reddened opening before pushing it back in. Kazuha moaned softly, his hips twitching in response.
"Still not satisfied?" Scaramouche leaned in, biting his own swollen lip and playfully teasing Kazuha with gentle kisses and caresses.
He lifted Kazuha onto the dining table, clearing away glasses and plates. Dressed only in a loose shirt that barely covered his body, revealing the bruises and marks, Kazuha propped himself up, gazing at Scaramouche, who was now removing his shirt and unfastening his pants. The sight of well-defined muscles and a prominent bulge made Kazuha’s entrance contract eagerly, causing him discomfort from the anticipation.
"Scara," Kazuha whispered, lifting his legs slightly in a seductive manner, revealing the reddened, cream-coated opening, which pulsed eagerly as if begging for more.
Scaramouche swallowed hard, quickly freeing his fully engorged member. The head was red and slick with pre-cum. He gripped himself firmly and stroked, watching as Kazuha, though trembling with red eyes and glistening tears, provocatively licked his own fingers and moaned softly. He teased Kazuha’s throbbing opening with his fingers, each touch met with enthusiastic response, both from Kazuha’s pleas and the rhythmic motion of his body.
Scaramouche’s azure eyes darkened with desire. He smeared the remaining cream over his member and moved between Kazuha’s legs, using his free hand to spank the reddened backside, eliciting soft moans from Kazuha. He then pulled up Kazuha’s shirt, exposing his hardened nipples, and gently teased them, his hands moving to stimulate the needy opening.
“Scara,” the little lamb moaned tearfully, laying his body on the large table. His ears pressed flat against his soft, white hair that spread out, brushing against his flushed cheeks. “Feed me, hic, feed me quickly.”
“You tease me so much, and now you’ll complain about being treated harshly later,” Scaramouche warned, noticing the way Kazuha continued to entice him, sticking out his little tongue and begging for a kiss. Scaramouche complied, leaning in to kiss his soft lips, the wet sound of their kiss drawing attention away. Before Kazuha knew it, the cunning werewolf had thrust himself inside him with a solid thud, filling him up completely. Kazuha pulled away with a loud moan, his eyes red and dazed as if he were losing his mind.
“Ugh, you’re squeezing so tight I might just break,” Scaramouche groaned, his abdominal muscles tensing as he gasped and wiped the sweat from his face. He looked down at his thick member, buried deep in Kazuha’s red, swollen entrance, pulling almost out before thrusting back in fully.
“Ahhh!” Kazuha’s eyes glazed over as he released again, both from the sensation and the tightness, tears welling up. His small hands tried to push the strong form away but were thwarted by the increased force of the thrusts. His wrists were pinned above his head, unable to resist.
Unable to contain his desire any longer, Scaramouche lost his grip on control, reverting to his inhuman state. His darkened ears and tail emerged, brushing against Kazuha’s white, parted thighs. His handsome face nuzzled and bit gently at the sensitive skin, leaving no space untouched. Below, his thrusts became rapid and relentless, punctuated by the sweet moans of the little lamb in his embrace.
Kazuha’s white legs wrapped tightly around Scaramouche’s waist, which continued to thrust in without pause. His hips began to grind back, and he moaned loudly as Scaramouche lavished attention on his sore, red nipples, making him sob with pleasure from both ends. All he could do was hold onto the taller man tightly, his nails digging into the strong back, leaving marks.
Scaramouche, having been aroused since Kazuha had sat on his lap, couldn’t help but be rough now that he was fulfilling his desires. He kissed Kazuha’s sweet lips deeply, consuming his moans with an insatiable hunger. His narrow waist pounded hard, causing the table to shake, increasing speed as he neared his climax. Finally, he drove deep, his body tensing as he released thick, warm cum into Kazuha’s red, swollen entrance, filling him to the brim.
He thrust a few more times to empty every last drop, before pulling away, breathing heavily. He looked at Kazuha beneath him, who was sobbing, eyes glazed over and mouth open, trying to alleviate the overwhelming sensation.
"Are you okay?" He brushed the damp bangs from Kazuha's beautiful face. Kazuha, still trembling, looked up with red, pleading eyes.
"You're so harsh. Why do you have to be so rough?" Kazuha's pout made Scaramouche unable to suppress his affection. He leaned down to gently kiss Kazuha's damp temple.
"I'm sorry, but you can't just blame me. Teasing me that much means you have to be handled roughly," Scaramouche's blunt words made Kazuha’s face flush even deeper. Kazuha looked down, struggling to push the strong body pinning him away.
"Please move away," Kazuha said. The hard, warm shaft still lingering inside him pulsed, and every attempt Kazuha made to move or push away only seemed to make it swell and fill him even more. The younger man let out a soft moan, gripping the arms that held his waist as Scaramouche began to move slowly in and out.
"I'm still not satisfied," Scaramouche's husky voice expressed his lingering desire.
Without giving the little lamb a chance to resist, Scaramouche lifted him into his arms and continued to ravish him. The essence that overflowed from the tight embrace trickled down the pale thighs. Kazuha could only cling to Scaramouche’s neck and wrap his arms around his waist, biting into his shoulder and moaning loudly as he was thrust into, almost playfully.
Scaramouche indulged in another intimate session on the living room sofa, guiding Kazuha through new positions. Despite Kazuha’s soft protests and complaints about his perceived cruelty, he ended up eagerly taking in Scaramouche’s thick length, moaning softly as he nestled close, begging for more intensity.
Of course, even without Kazuha's pleas, Scaramouche had no intention of holding back. Thus, the little lamb was thoroughly enjoyed, his round hips squeezed and massaged, while he was met with powerful thrusts that left red marks on his inner thighs. Finally, he was filled with Scaramouche’s essence, causing it to spill over and fill him completely.
Kazuha lost count of how many times they joined, remembering only that his pleas to stop were met with false promises of "last time" countless times. Both crying and begging softly seemed only to intensify their lovemaking. He didn't recall being carried to bed, only that reaching it didn't mean rest.
"Awake now?" A deep voice whispered in his ear, slim waist embraced from behind as a nose nuzzled affectionately.
"Mmm, Scara, please stop," Kazuha protested weakly, but the wolf-like man, enamored with his soft lamb, continued to nibble and lick along his skin. Kazuha didn't dare look in a mirror to see how marked he was.
He pleaded for a bath, which Scaramouche indulged, though it took some time to actually reach the bathroom. The bathing itself took longer than usual, as Scaramouche insisted on thoroughly cleaning intimate areas. Though it stung, bringing tears to Kazuha's eyes, gentle kisses soothed him until he melted into the touch. Once clean and fragrant, he was wrapped up and carried back to bed.
Scaramouche took great care in applying medicine. Kazuha buried his face in a pillow, blushing furiously as he bit back sounds, a small blanket covering his upper body while his legs were gently spread for treatment.
Unable to hold back pained whimpers, Kazuha's discomfort made Scaramouche feel guilty for his earlier intensity. Once finished, he quickly dressed Kazuha and lay beside him, pulling him close.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, kissing Kazuha's temple and nuzzling his soft ears. "Tell me what you want to eat. Let's rest today."
"Aren't... aren't you going to work?" Large, reddened eyes looked up at him, as Kazuha unconsciously snuggled closer.
"I'm not going anywhere. I usually work from home anyway. I'll take care of you all day," Scaramouche reassured, petting Kazuha's head and ears. "How could I leave when my beloved is unwell?"
"Whose fault is that?" Kazuha pouted. "And who's your... beloved?"
"You are, of course. You have my heart and soul now. Will you leave me?" Scaramouche grinned, planting a big kiss on Kazuha's cheek.
"Mm, you're the one who devoured me," Kazuha protested, making Scaramouche smile fondly. He pulled Kazuha's head to his chest, resting his chin on the soft white hair and inhaling their mingled scents with contentment.
"Be with me. Move in with me," he said simply but firmly.
Kazuha didn't hesitate for a moment. His head and lamb ears nodded in agreement as he nestled trustingly against Scaramouche's broad chest.
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