Setsun stares at the bullman for a long time, tracing each curve of his chest and arms, the distinct shape of his face. His hands squeeze the others, before realeasing, his arms wrapping around the beastman's body, holding himself close, his head positioned so that he could hear the male's heartbeat.<br/><br/>"Please . . .Sonim . . .would you make love to me?"<br/><br/>As the words escaped his mouth, he tried to make a mental note of every aspect of the scene. The warmth of the body against his. The steady thumping of the other's heart. The distinct masculine smell of the other's body. His breath caught in his chest as each second waiting for an answer felt like years.<br/>