I’ll keep the door open
in case you come home

Fell did not think she understood the thing that he had initially been trying to communicate when he pressed his muzzle into her flushed skin. It might have frustrated him, but where that intent now sat in the back of his mind, he found only slight disappointment. It was far too delicious to be wanted in any capacity, for his touch to be accepted without recoil, that he simply could not bring himself to care very much that his efforts were yielding a different result. Perhaps even a better result, if the animal roaring away inside of him were to be believed.

It seemed the two of them could not get close enough. Kohelet was pressing her body against his, a sensation he had never before experienced. Where their skin met, Fell was blanketed in fire. The desire he felt was more than just the usual screaming hormones, more than just instinctual.

Fell shivered. He had given up on trying to convey a written message of any sort, and fully committed to the more instinctual variety of communication through touch. His lips parted for his teeth to press gently against Kohelet’s withers, and he began to drag their blunt edges lightly along the fur at the base of her mane. It was becoming difficult again to restrain himself, but the urges were not as violent or selfish as they usually were. He just wanted to get closer, to give the painted mare whatever touch she wanted. Of course, he had his own selfish desires in addition, but they were strangely quiet in these rather unfamiliar circumstances.

It wasn’t the stinging strands of tail across his skin that finally broke his composure, although it brought him awfully close. He could feel her discontent, and though he was battling himself ferociously — don’t fuck this up, or she might not want you anymore — he managed to pull away slightly. He lifted his lips from her withers to meet her eyes with a quizzical expression as she turned to plead with him, and it was the pleading that finally did him in.

If she was unsure what it was she was asking of him, Fell was certainly not. It was not a matter of doing, but rather of giving in. He simply stopped trying to reign in the beast, or rather, stopped trying so hard. He still restrained himself, but he gave the animal within a little more leash, and tried to ignore the greedy vigor with which it now thrashed at its tether, knowing Fell did not have such an iron grip.

FELL