<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5b/9f/b0/5b9fb0f415b6ae8aafe8a806a35f08ee.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bem<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Y'mir<br/><br/>Kneeling down to untangle rope from the remains of mast and rigging, he felt his hackles raise at the telltale silence that fell up above.  Looking back up, his back arched and tail puffed slightly in warning but too late for the pounce that knocked him supine under Y'mir.  With his hands pinned up, there wasn't much leverage he had to fight, but being pinned by a dancer was not a situation he would escape anyway.  Bem grinned back up to his captor, eyebrow raising at his suggestion.  His thigh raised up to stroke against Y'mir's, the bare patch between hotpants and thighboot feeling the dancer's own thiccness.  "It certainly sounds like some compromise is in order, seeing as you have me compromised.  I think we should definitely see to it the bunks are in good order and comfortable.  I wouldn't want you to use up all of this vigorous energy, though--maybe you'll have to lie back and relax while I work it..."  Bem purred.<br/><br/>Hearing Naru fret inside, Bem looked back up to Y'mir and just wiggled his eyebrows more.  "You hear that?  We'd best take care not to shake the old bird to pieces and to clean up after ourselves.  I'm always up for some grooming afterwards, anyway, seeing how you've gotten me all dirty."