Familiar like you know his favorite color, or familiar like you had your face in his ass?
Crush
He’s looking over my shoulder!!!!! Don’t say shit like that!
Bruiser
But you didn’t answer the question
Crush
He’s MINE. Paws off.
Hansel
The answer is “face in ass”, btw
Crush
HANSEL, WTF
“Hansel!” Crush bellowed, his face turning red.
“What?” came Hansel’s voice. “You know they’re already going to smell it on you. I’m just giving them time to brace themselves. Not everyone wants to be confronted with the smell of your bedroom activities.”
“Oh gods,” Killian whimpered, burying his face in his hands. “You told them!”
The alpha froze, suddenly wary. “Should I not have? Do you not want to be mine?”
It was still too soon. Killian blushed hotly. “It hasn’t even been a day! You haven’t courted me enough!”
Crush’s eyes grew round. “I will court you, then.”
18
WOLF MEETS RABBIT
Crush was toweling Killian down,no longer knotted inside, when he said, “Sweetheart, would you... let me see you in your rabbit shape? Before everyone else in my pack demands to see it?”
Killian’s heart skipped. “You want to see my rabbit? Oh gods, that sounds so dirty.”
Crush laughed and peered at Killian, almost puppy-like in his eagerness. “Well, yeah. Why wouldn’t I? You’ve seen my wolf a couple times now. But all I’ve seen of you are your ears.”
He caught Killian’s ears gently in one large hand, stroking them from base to tip. Killian shuddered. “That feels good.”
Crush rumbled, pleased. “Yeah? Does that also feel good in your bunny shape?”
Killian nodded. Then, feeling especially self-conscious, he drew a deep breath. “Here, I’ll show you.”
He reached into his core, searching for the sensitive part of him that loved sweet grasses and cozy nests. Killian tugged onit and wrapped it around himself. And suddenly his body was shrinking, squeezing into a tight, compact shape.
When he opened his eyes, he found flesh-colored columns in front of him, like tree trunks. Crush was standing far enough that he wasn’t in the blind spot in front of Killian’s nose.
“Awww,” Crush cooed, crouching low and sticking his face in front of Killian’s. “You’readorable.”
“I’m just me,” Killian said.
“Your voice issqueaky.” Crush beamed and bumped their foreheads together. Then he reached out and grasped Killian’s ears, gently stroking them again.
