[ He says the words to the wall in front of him, pitching his voice just under the noise of the shower, wondering at the way the prospect of someone worrying about him makes him feel relieved instead of annoyed. It's something he hasn't had a lot of, at least not when he needed it, but maybe he's realising how much of that was because he ended up pulling away before he could recognise it.
It's with a small amount of shame that he lets her come into the stall with him, twitching his tail back to accommodate her, all too aware of how much space he takes up. But she doesn't seem to care, and he can't stop himself tracing, over his shoulder, the first beads of water that find her skin and run down over her full breasts, the dark whorls of her nipples, things he vaguely remembers, in a dreamlike way, from their first encounter.
When she touches him he lets out a breath and turns his gaze away, ducking his head under the pulse of the water and the gentle pressure of her touch. At first he doesn't notice what she's doing, then the thunder of the shower seems to change, shifting around him, becoming a firmer and softer, pulling away in ribbons around his legs and up over his abdomen. It feels strange, but good, pleasurable, the heat and pressure winding over stiffened muscles.
He reaches up to put his right hand against the wall to support himself as he relaxes, bit by bit, under her touch, head bowed and his tail, unbidden, swaying out to slide around her ankle as she works. ]
Feels good. [ He sighs the words, not sure if she'll be able to hear him. ]
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[ He says the words to the wall in front of him, pitching his voice just under the noise of the shower, wondering at the way the prospect of someone worrying about him makes him feel relieved instead of annoyed. It's something he hasn't had a lot of, at least not when he needed it, but maybe he's realising how much of that was because he ended up pulling away before he could recognise it.
It's with a small amount of shame that he lets her come into the stall with him, twitching his tail back to accommodate her, all too aware of how much space he takes up. But she doesn't seem to care, and he can't stop himself tracing, over his shoulder, the first beads of water that find her skin and run down over her full breasts, the dark whorls of her nipples, things he vaguely remembers, in a dreamlike way, from their first encounter.
When she touches him he lets out a breath and turns his gaze away, ducking his head under the pulse of the water and the gentle pressure of her touch. At first he doesn't notice what she's doing, then the thunder of the shower seems to change, shifting around him, becoming a firmer and softer, pulling away in ribbons around his legs and up over his abdomen. It feels strange, but good, pleasurable, the heat and pressure winding over stiffened muscles.
He reaches up to put his right hand against the wall to support himself as he relaxes, bit by bit, under her touch, head bowed and his tail, unbidden, swaying out to slide around her ankle as she works. ]
Feels good. [ He sighs the words, not sure if she'll be able to hear him. ]