1 Work by movingtrains
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“What are you, a dog?” Felix had teased. He rolled his hips, fucking himself up onto Chan, who had stopped his motions. And Chan’s brain, the damn thing, just about short-circuited at the implication. Involuntarily, he let out another noise—this one more groan than whimper, but traitorous nonetheless.
Am I into this? He thought to himself. Holy shit, I think I’m into this.
or: the mortifying ordeal of chan discovering something new about himself and being vulnerable and horny enough to embrace it, fluffy ears and all