[But the fyrra is doing it's job to keep him relaxed, even if he is completely aware that Chuuya's invitation is a bit more of a come on than just a simple offer of blood. And he still recalls what Chuuya said about having his neck bit and how much he enjoyed it...]
[But is that really so bad? It's not as though he's looking at Chuuya like he's some object or a hunk of meat to be devoured. He was a friend, someone he cared about. He trusted Chuuya -- and Chuuya must trust him, to allow him to get this close to him all the time.]
[And ultimately, Shell was the one who needed to eat. If he could get the sustenance he needed and make his friend feel good at the same time, maybe it really wasn't so bad?]
[And so he nods. And perhaps feeling emboldened by the fyrra, he stands up off the couch and then settles back down -- this time, straddled over Chuuya's waist.]
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[But is that really so bad? It's not as though he's looking at Chuuya like he's some object or a hunk of meat to be devoured. He was a friend, someone he cared about. He trusted Chuuya -- and Chuuya must trust him, to allow him to get this close to him all the time.]
[And ultimately, Shell was the one who needed to eat. If he could get the sustenance he needed and make his friend feel good at the same time, maybe it really wasn't so bad?]
[And so he nods. And perhaps feeling emboldened by the fyrra, he stands up off the couch and then settles back down -- this time, straddled over Chuuya's waist.]
Is... this okay?