Damaged (Gay Furry Story)

Untitled Part 30

(Sean's POV)

I let out a full-belly sigh.

"Was it really that good?"

"Good? It was amazing! I can't believe you made me wait this long to have some of your cooking."

"Don't get used to it. This is about all I can cook."

"That's good enough for me," I told him - it was too. If I could only eat one thing for the rest of my life, I'd want it to be the stew he cooked tonight. I don't know what it was, but everything seemed better, tastes, smells, colors, etcetera.

He just smiled at me, shaking his head slightly, side to side. "Can you put the dishes in the sink while I put the rest of this away?"

"Yeah, sure," I told him as I gathered up our dishes.

"Come with me," he said, grabbing my hand after he finished putting the leftovers away.

I followed behind him as he pulled me over to the couch. He stopped when we reached the edge of it, and then turned and looked up at me with nervous eyes, as his ears lowered.

"What is it?" I asked, taking a step closer to him.

"I... umm... I," he mumbled. "I want to cuddle with you," he said, so quietly that I almost missed it.

"Okay," I told him, with an ecstatic smile that I couldn't control. "How do you want to, you know, do it?"

"Lay down."

I did as he wanted and laid on the couch, as he watched me with those nervous eyes of his. He froze up - I could tell something new like this always seemed to trigger this reaction from him - so I reached out and took his hand.

"C'mere," I encouraged as I gently pulled him closer.

He carefully placed his knee in between my legs and held himself up on his arms as he came down to me. Slowly, he lowered himself onto me. He laid on my stomach and rested his head on my chest.

"I-is this all right?" he asked, shyly.

"Better than all right," I told him as I wrapped my arms around him. "Are you comfortable?" I asked as I stroked the fur on the nape of his neck.

"Mm-hmm," he hummed as he nuzzled into my chest.

The only light on was the light in the kitchen - a distant, cold glow compared to his vibrant warmth - the rest of his apartment was shrouded in faint shadows. My hand lazily trailed up and down the center of his back as I let my eyelids drift shut, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

"Sean," he said, gently. "You're getting hard."

"Shit!" I blurted as my eyes shot open. "I'm sorry!" I removed my arms from around him, in case he wanted to get away from me. "I-I didn't even notice it was happening," I said as I covered my face with my hand.

He didn't run from me. Instead, he pulled my hand away from my face, telling me, "it's okay," as he smiled warmly at me. "I can take care of it for you, if you want."

"No," I lightly declined his offer - my mind and heart overruled what my body wanted, this time.

We just got back together; it was too early to do something like that. In my mind, this was a new relationship - it kind of was, we were actually communicating with one another, this time around - and I didn't want to mess things up by throwing sexual activities into the mix, too early.

"I'm just not used to having you so close to me, my body doesn't quite know how to react to it, that's all. It'll go away in a bit," I told him as I looked into his warm amber eyes. "If it's bothering you, you can move. I won't be upset with you."