Setsun laughed to, softly, that hand staying where it was, at the bullman's cheeck. "I just want to make you happy. But . . .if we could make love, I would like nothing more . . ." he felt his own groin twitch at the thought of it. "My first time to make love . . .I want it to be to you."<br/><br/>The thought was bizarre. The coupling of man, and beastman, entirely consentual and loving. It was something he wanted, something he craved.