[It's a thrill, watching Glen's face as he wars with hate and love and his own inability to follow through on what he wants. Felid brushes his fingers over Glen's cheek, tender and gentle as Glen's hands squeeze his neck, making him catch his breath and lean into the rough hold.]
[But not stopping him.]
[Not pulling at his hands, not struggling, as docile as promised.]
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[But not stopping him.]
[Not pulling at his hands, not struggling, as docile as promised.]
Mm... You're hesitating.