[ It's only once she turns her flushed face away from him and relents that Satoru seems to gain some clarity of mind, even if he is soon overtaken by a different sort of yearning. Something in the way she exposes her throat to him like that stokes a fire that he didn't expect, and while this may be part of his inherited prey drive...that's certainly not all there is to it. ]
...You mean it?
[ He mutters, but there's not much intent behind the words. His attention is elsewhere now, in the sweep of her neck, the curve of her murine ears, the scent of her hair and skin so close to him. Should he...kiss her right now? Kinda seems a little...
Yet he's dipping down all the same, nuzzling into the corner of her jaw, inhaling the scent of her skin, and purring yet again. ]
You don't really have to...
[ Of course, murmuring where he is now, his lips brush her throat with every word. ]
no subject
...You mean it?
[ He mutters, but there's not much intent behind the words. His attention is elsewhere now, in the sweep of her neck, the curve of her murine ears, the scent of her hair and skin so close to him. Should he...kiss her right now? Kinda seems a little...
Yet he's dipping down all the same, nuzzling into the corner of her jaw, inhaling the scent of her skin, and purring yet again. ]
You don't really have to...
[ Of course, murmuring where he is now, his lips brush her throat with every word. ]