Angel rubbed his belly and up his chest as his spasming muscles relax. His mouth, ever ready, accepted his own nectar that flowed from his sweet flower as the fox caught his breath. It was only when he was sure he'd cleaned him of every drop that he crawled up his body to lay beside him. Both covered with flower petals laying in the late afternoon sun in the garden. Angel nuzzled into his neck still in disbelief at the calm the fox had wrought in him.