Setsun takes a deep breath as he feels the big male begin to wash his more intimate areas. A small hand reaches up gently to grip the beastman's arm, his head moving down to lay on Sonim's shoulder. It was amazing how sensitive, how gentle the bullman was being, each touch seeming to possess nothing but care and kindness.<br/><br/>"I . . .I used to think that all beastmen were monsters . . ."