Warning: Mature content

Moonlight trickled through the curtains uninvited, mystical, merciless. Cotton sheets slithered as I sat up, body aching from loving. Phantom hands painted my skin, tender caresses lingering at my stomach, my throat, my breasts. Shame threatened but it didn't last–

Few things did when he was near.

He slept on despite prying eyes, hair fanning in every direction. Milky muscle emerged from the strands at intervals, calling attention to his shoulders, that broad chest, hips that had devastated me countless times and promised to again. An elegant face, thin lips concealing fangs; legs so long he stood two heads taller than I, arms perfect for catching, holding. Eyes which seemed to hold all the world's secrets; curling claws. A flowing tail which even now moved, each pass bearing dreams.

And two fox ears, white as the snowy tufts they stemmed from.

Inching closer, I fingered the silver strands, watching him sleep. Even after three months, I still couldn't believe it. Ever since the incident in the park, Yoko always seemed near, sending messages through Shuichi. They often invaded my dreams, never arguing and rarely together, though present all the same. Also, Yoko appeared often when I felt stimulated, always before I determined to handle the problem:

I hadn't been with another man since meeting him.

In all that time, though, I'd never asked to touch his ears.

A low chuckle and he caught my hand easily, gold peeking beneath silver lashes. "Already wanting? I must be out of practice."

I tried to protest but all that came out was a moan, long fingers already probing.

"Tell me what it is, pet." My breath hitched at his whisper, lips touching my ear. "Anything you desire – anything at all – I will give to you."

Hips jerking at the declaration, I gasped as his claws traced my ribs, orbiting my navel before dipping lower. He caught my gasp easily, swallowing the sound while continuing his ministrations.

"Well?"

I panted against his lips, knowing that if this continued, I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. "Y-your ears!"

He smirked though I caught the arched brow, free hand rising to play with one breast. "What about them?" I squirmed but he wouldn't let me run, not with the blood rushing to my face. "Come now Azumi, it's not like you to be shy."

Biting my lip, I didn't look at the blood beading beneath sharp tips – he knew exactly how to undo me. "I . . . want to feel them."

A pause and he leaned back, hand at my thighs retreating. There was no hesitation though he did blink, considering. "Why?"

"They look soft, like your tail." The limb in question made slow passes across my legs, first one way, then another. "Can I touch them?"

Normally, permission wasn't needed for anything, not with him. Still, Yoko watched, dark things gathering in his eyes.

"The ears and tail are the most sensitive areas of a kitsune, felt only by lovers or those foolish enough to draw near, and mine have not been touched in quite some time." He leaned closer, hair chanting against my skin. "If you wish to still, I will not stop you, though be warned – what happens after is on your head."

Smirking, I rose to the challenge and grasped his ears, rolling them over with my thumbs.

By doing so, I discovered foxes can purr.

September 2020 OTP Drabbles

Prompt 10 – With Animal Ears