but you never close the door

Any tiny shard of clarity he had left seemed to slip away, more steadily with each second that passed. His normally composed self had shattered entirely, replaced by a raw hunger that tore at his chest and ignited a fire in his heart. Her words were as uncertain as he felt - that works? Did she not actually want to do this - but the way she moved with eagerness made him sure again thay she wanted this as badly as him. He though to say something in reply, but nothing sounded quite right in his head.

Instead of apeaking, be pulled himself silently upright and didn't hesitant to start toward his den. The aching in his gut made it difficult to get there without touching her; the contact had felt so good and he wanted more. He bumped his snout lightly into her shoulder, taking another deep whiff of her scent which suddenly was like a drug to him, before slipping into his den. It was plenty big for the two of them, but he found himself slipping down to the earth and wondering how exactly to proceed. His head was still spinning, like the world was shifting around him, drunk on pleasure and badly wanting more of it. He figured he'd feel more bold, but he felt almost shy now that they'd made it here