[It doesn't stop. The petting, the scritching, rubbing their faces together, that's going to go on until one of them gets tired. They might wind up on the floor -- Atem will sink down and pull as much of Ryou into his lap as he can manage, and pet not just his ears, but under his chin, and the sides of his face, and the back of his head behind the ears. He's been petting cats for a while now, and while they don't all like the same things, he can figure out how Ryou likes to be touched. He murmurs:]
That's it, that's right...
[He's very serious, very focused on what he's doing. But as he pets, a buzz comes out of his own chest: yes, he wants this to go on, don't go. All the reward-chemical pathways in his brain are lighting up, he's relaxing much more than he has in weeks, and he feels very nearly at peace.
Cat. Big cat. Big cat big. Also boyfriend, love very much. His boyfriend makes big, calming sounds now, and touching him is pulling all of the tension out of Atem's body. It's easy to forget that anything else exists.]
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That's it, that's right...
[He's very serious, very focused on what he's doing. But as he pets, a buzz comes out of his own chest: yes, he wants this to go on, don't go. All the reward-chemical pathways in his brain are lighting up, he's relaxing much more than he has in weeks, and he feels very nearly at peace.
Cat. Big cat. Big cat big. Also boyfriend, love very much. His boyfriend makes big, calming sounds now, and touching him is pulling all of the tension out of Atem's body. It's easy to forget that anything else exists.]