Fics like Lay Me in Wool

A touch. A whisper of contact, feather-light and devastating, across the base of his tail. Shadow Milk went rigid. “What the hell are you doing!?” he barked, face blooming with mortified heat. But Pure Vanilla didn’t flinch. He merely tilted his head, brows lifting in a way that was maddeningly serene. “I’ve always been curious,” he said, as though commenting on a flavor of tea he’d yet to try. “Your tail looks so soft. I’ve wondered for ages if it felt as luxurious as it seemed…” As he spoke, his fingers moved again. Slowly. Purposefully. He placed one hand gently at the very base of Shadow Milk’s tail— where the fur was thickest, where it anchored into the curve of his lower spine —and ran his palm in a single, smooth motion all the way to the tip. The effect was immediate. Shadow Milk shuddered. A full-bodied, involuntary tremor worked its way through him, starting in his shoulders and radiating out like a struck tuning fork. His breath caught. Not in surprise this time. Not even in panic. Something else. Something hot. “You’re trembling,” Pure Vanilla murmured, sounding utterly fascinated. “Does it tickle?” “It— No!”

Fics like Lay Me in Wool

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