A/N: I had a comment asking me to explore this. Be careful what you ask for; you may receive a whole chapter on nothing but that lol

Set sometime after Chapter 41 of I'd Eat Your Heart.

Tags: anal fingering, hair pulling

Ga Eul's hand was on Rang's ass again, resting so innocently on his left butt cheek as she stroked his hair. He let it stay there, memorizing the impression of her palm. Basking in the sensation of their joined skin as he lay partly on top of her with his chin above her head, both of them naked so they stayed as close to each other as possible.

Her fingernails scraped the back of his neck as she drug them upward; they drew circles on his scalp; she twisted and tugged his hair.

He was a good pet fox, she told him. A very good pet fox, she said, and Rang believed her, for why else would he get to cuddle his owner so intimately every day? Why else would he now get to think of her as his mate for life? Why else would this beautiful, loyal creature choose to be his?

Outside, a daytime thunderstorm raged, and the rain pelting the windows made them lazy to go anywhere. Rang thought he could fall asleep like this, with his mate's warm, tender body underneath his—his head on Ga Eul's pillow, his hand in her hair, her hand on his ass…

He'd even closed his eyes and had drifted halfway into dreamland when Ga Eul began tracing circles on his ass to match the ones on his scalp. Her nails grazed his skin as she moved from cheek to cheek, and his cock stirred. Suddenly, his asshole ached to be touched.

It wasn't a foreign sensation; usually, he felt it when Ga Eul gripped his ass as he thrust into her from above. With others, he could ignore the compulsion until it went away; he had no desire to have someone control his pleasure there anymore than he wanted someone to grab hold of his cock and jerk it off. But Ga Eul was allowed to play with his cock, and he enjoyed it more and more each time she tried it, so his curiosity had only grown regarding what she would do with his ass if given the opportunity.

Presently, her touches were maddening in their innocence as she drew designs on his skin—his lower back, his ass, his thighs. Or so he thought until she removed her other hand from his head and used it to part his cheeks, exposing his hole to the air. She placed her finger at the top of his crack but didn't go any further.

"Can I?" she asked.

Rang grunted his approval, and she dipped her finger in deep, drawing it up from the base of his sack to the top of his crack. She pressed her fingertip gently but firmly into his skin, and his puckered hole clenched in the air left in her wake. Again and again, she drew a hard, straight line with her finger, as if she were marking his crack with one of her teacher pens. Then, with a lighter touch, she honed in on his desperate hole, teasingly massaging his rim until it tingled like crazy.

He shivered.

She hadn't done this before, but she must have read a damn good article because fuck.

Rang's toes curled up, then pushed into the mattress.

Ga Eul asked if he was okay, and he murmured something that must have been 'yes' but seemed unintelligible as it fell from his mouth. He pressed his face into her pillow, breathing deeply to keep from crying out.

She worked her finger back and forth, back and forth, along his hole. Circled his rim. Rubbed it. Teased it with little touches.

Her breaths quickened, and he knew she was being turned on as much as he was, which only turned him on more. Beneath him, her chest rose and fell faster than before.

"Do you want me to put it in?" Ga Eul's voice was so soft, he thought he'd imagined the question at first. Then he noticed her finger had stilled.

"I don't have to," she continued. "I-I just read somewhere that...um…"

"Put it in," Rang rasped, unable to contain his desperation. Already, he was leaking pre-cum onto Ga Eul's stomach. He kind of wanted to drive himself balls deep inside her and fuck her into the bed, but if he didn't experience this now, he might never again have the opportunity. Or he might not be out of his senses enough to take it.

Rang's ass had always been off-limits, but in the safety of the bedroom he shared with Ga Eul, with her body pressed to his, with her scent in his nose and her gentle voice that reassured him she wasn't trying to hurt him or overpower him, he wanted her to touch it. He wanted her to give him pleasure there. Only her.

"Use that," he managed, gesturing to the bottle of lubricant that had taken up semi-permanent residence on his nightstand.

Ga Eul shifted underneath him, and he had to raise himself up to let her reach for the bottle.

When they were back in position, he waited somewhat impatiently for her to coat her finger in the lube and set the bottle aside. But then she was touching him again, and her finger was so wet that he imagined it was her tongue, and his rim relaxed itself at the prodding of her fingertip, wanting her to breach it. But as soon as her finger came, it went. The tip glided along his crack—skimming his rim, then leaving it again.

She was teasing him, and he didn't know if he loved it or hated it, and since he didn't know, he said nothing, just sunk into the desire she was awakening within him. To have some part of himself invaded by her. To give her an experience he would only share with her. To be just vulnerable and exposed enough for her to gradually, inevitably slip inside of him.

She wouldn't force her way in; Ga Eul never forced. She was gentle. Her invasion would be so gentle.

Rang closed his eyes and took deep breaths, relaxing his whole body.

At long last, she settled her fingertip against his hole and pushed into the puckered rim. His hole tingled with desire but clenched shut automatically; he tried to relax it once more, but when she felt resistance, she hesitated.

"Don't worry about hurting me. You can't."

"Oh, but—"

"You can't. Please, just push it in." Rang was begging, but he didn't care. If she stopped now, it would drive him crazy. "I'm a fox, remember?"

Ga Eul hesitated, but after a torturous moment of indecision, she whispered, "Okay."

The moment the tip of her finger shoved into his untouched hole, Rang saw white.

He spasmed around the slender digit, feeling as though he were taking a mating knot instead of his mate's finger.

A third of Ga Eul's finger burrowed inside him. Then half. Then the whole length of it.

Rubbing his face against her pillow, he panted harshly; he dug his toes into the mattress.

His cock leaked, its stickiness caught between their bellies.

His claws even threatened to come out, his pleasure was so intense. And when he thought that his mate was holding him and making him feel this way, he felt dizzy and overwhelmed.

Was this what Ga Eul experienced every time he entered her?

Gently, she slid her finger in and out, using the same rhythm he did when he thrust into her. She was so hard inside him...and long...and...he just wanted her to fucking stay there forever.

He just wanted her to stay there, fucking him forever.

"You are a very good fox," she assured him. "I love you so much, Lee Rang. You are such a good fox."

Rang bit back a whimper as she massaged the inner walls of his rectum, working her finger horizontally.

His mind went blank as she rubbed and rubbed and oh!

Suddenly, she rubbed a really sensitive spot inside him with her fingertip, and a high whine ruptured from his throat. He'd tried not to make that particular sound around her; growls were intimidating, but fox mating screams were plaintive; they were animalistic in a needy way—cries of weakness—and he'd trained himself from an early age not to make them, but now...now...

"Are you okay?" Ga Eul asked, drawing her finger halfway out.

"Again," Rang urged, bunching her hair in his fist. "A...gain," he pleaded, self-conscious as he was.

"Okay," Ga Eul whispered. "Shhhh. I've got you." She lovingly tousled his hair, then wiggled her finger inside him.

His hole pulsed around it.

It took her a moment of searching, but she found the spot again—his prostate—and Rang whined as his pleasure reached a new pinnacle; it exploded, and he came without warning, blacking out for a few seconds.

When he came to, he was spurting ropes onto Ga Eul's stomach.

"No...n-n-no…" he stammered as he tightened his grip on Ga Eul's hair and held her head in a death grip, attempting to ground himself. But it was too late. He was cumming longer and harder than he'd surely ever cum in his life.

When the fog in his mind cleared, he felt blissfully serene, as if a weight he hadn't known he'd been carrying had been lifted from his shoulders. Yet this feeling only lasted a moment. He soon began to panic.

What had he done? What had he just allowed Ga Eul to do? A finger up his ass? What would she do next to knock him out of his senses? His body didn't belong to him anymore. He didn't like it. He didn't like being touched. Or manipulated. Or—

"My pet fox," Ga Eul said, luring him back from the abyss of his thoughts. "Did that feel good? I read somewhere that it would." She stroked up and down his spine, soothing him. Abruptly, he felt like a cat again, curled up in the safety of her lap. "You know, I have to take good care of my pet fox. I have to feed him good foods and show him fun places and make him feel all good things. Because we're soulmates." She massaged his scalp again, and at the pressure of her fingers, the tension in his body deflated. His eyes dampened with tears.

"I love you," she repeated softly, and relief seeped into his bones.

Soulmates.

That was right.

She was his mate...and his owner...and he was her pet fox. And she wanted to make him feel good because Ga Eul always wanted to please him. Aside from his brother, it had been a long time since he'd wanted to trust someone as badly as he wanted to trust her.

"You read a lot of things, little human," he croaked.

Ga Eul giggled.

"Does that mean you liked it?"

Rang thought for a moment.

If he said he liked it, she'd probably want to do it again. But if he said he didn't like it, she'd be upset that he didn't tell her sooner.

"I liked it….but only on special occasions," he added. "Don't think you can access my ass whenever you feel like it."

"Okay," Ga Eul readily replied. "In that case, I should tell you something too."

"What is that?"

"Could you not pull on my hair so hard next time?" she scolded. "I think you pulled a few strands out!"

Her sudden shift in tone shattered the awkwardness Rang was feeling, and he burst out laughing.

"Just be glad my claws didn't come out, little human."

"They can do that on their own?!"

"It's hard to control them." Rang turned his head and angled his face down to hers. "One day, when you least expect it, they might pop out and leave marks all over that soft human skin of yours." He winked.

Ga Eul's eyes widened in horror, but there was a tinge of curiosity in her expression. Of course there was. She loved it when he marked her.

"I'm kidding," he said to set her at ease. "That's never going to happen," he added to set himself at ease.

He really hoped not. But then, he hadn't made a mating cry during sex in a long time either.

He'd make sure his claws never came out. The price would be too high.

Ga Eul looked wary.

"You got me all dirty." She pouted. "I have to take a shower now."

Rang stroked her scalp, trying to soothe wherever he'd possibly pulled her hair out.

"Well, if you're that dirty, it won't matter if I make you dirtier." He smirked. "You've been a very bad human, sticking your fingers where they're not supposed to go. Don't think your nine-tailed fox won't punish you for such a...violation."