Hot-blooded male
"Aishitemasu." A soft sultry voice purrs in my ear, barely rousing me from my warm, comfortable slumber. "Mmm..." I respond sleepily, about to sink back into the welcoming darkness, before suddenly jolting awake. "Miyabi?" I look around frantically, just about to decide that I was still dreaming, before feeling a lingering kiss on the sensitive skin of my neck. "I knew that'd get your attention." He chuckles lightly, his breath tickling my ear. "Why are you here... speaking Japanese?" I query, and a look of confusion registers in his caramel-aurous eyes, his slender fingers supported his chin as he props himself up and watches me. "You freed me from my game." He reminds me, "Oh, and Japanese is my core language, English was only an afterthought when my popularity soared and the people of England started craving me in their language." He winks slyly and grins. "Your language."
I shake my head, correcting myself, then him. "No, why are you here? As in, beside me, in my bed." My cheeks colour even as I say the words, and I avert my gaze, but I'm unable to avoid the intense stare from his direction. "Oh... I see." The Kitsune tenderly caresses my cheek with his other hand, brushing his thumb across my lips before letting it fall again. "I may not be 100% human, but I'm still a hot-blooded male, Tasha. I'm still a man, just not entirely human. You've read my story, right? I'm only half-human." He says the term that many times that it begins to feel foreign to me, and I pull the duvet tighter around my body, still feeling a little overwhelmed.
"Hey..." My eyes suddenly flick to where his ears and tail should be, finding a distinct lack of them. "You look normal." I immediately feel the need to bite my tongue for lack of tact, with his backstory, any reference to his kind being outcast is a serious insult, and his Ayakashi form is normal, to him. Surprisingly, he doesn't seem to mind. "I had to disguise myself, the human world wouldn't take kindly to this occurrence, they didn't years ago..." Watching him reminisce becomes the last thing on my mind as that piece of information sinks in. "Wait, you're going out?"
"No..." With one sharp motion, he pulls the duvet out of my reach, looking me over with a lustful smile. "We, are going out. I can't just stay trapped indoors all the time, unless you want to be my entertainment?" His eyes glitter mischievously at the possibility, and I blush lightly. "So where do you want to go?" Maybe if I dress him for the rain, as we are in England after all, I can hide his face under a hood. If anyone sees him, they might recognise him. Admittedly, in this day and age, they'd think it was costume and make-up even if he turned full Ayakashi and set them on fire. Or just someone who really looks like him. But I don't know any other humans with golden eyes, so that's a giveaway. As I'm pondering this over and starting to panic, warm fingertips caress my bare skin, and Miyabi's voice is in my ear again, soothing my worries, cradling me in his strong arms.
"Let's stay in today. I know how we can have lots of fun."