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Strong, long arms are wrapped firmly around your waist, keeping you exactly where you are; not that you’d ever want to move when you had your sweet creature here like this. Talons- oh so delicately, as he never wanted to hurt you. Not unless you wanted him to- gently trace shapes absentmindedly where his hands rest on your waist, sending shivers down your spine at the sensation of the gentle grazing. Perpetua’s legs- one snuck underneath one of your legs while the other drapes over it- are hugging one of your thighs tightly against him, his ankles locked together as yet another means to ensure you can’t escape his grasp.
He nuzzles his face every which way against your neck as the start of his nightly ritual to help him sleep- one that you’ve grown accustomed to and can’t help but find adorable. Next comes the quiet trilling, which you can feel through the rumbling of his chest against your side more than you can actually hear it. After that, you can feel some slight movement around your leg as he starts to rub his hooves together in a cricket-like self-soothing gesture. When you begin to scratch at his scalp in an attempt to bring on one of the final stages- his deep purring- you can’t help but coo out to him.
“Who’s a good boy?” You should’ve known better than to say it, especially when he was so close to sleep, because his eyes immediately snapped open, looking into yours with an expression of pure and utter excitement.
Fuck. You should’ve known this would rile him up.
“Me?” Comes a hopeful, unsure voice, and you can’t help but smile despite yourself at the way his tail begins to wag slightly in anticipation.
As always, you give him your big, over-exaggerated smile as you raise your voice a few octaves.
“That’s right! You’re such a good boy, Pet!” His face lights up, and he begins happily chittering, his tail now rapidly wagging back and forth as you pair your words with more head pats. “Yes, you are! Yes, you are! And guess what?”
The look he gives you is perhaps the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen in your life- his big eyes, pupils blown so incredibly wide with love, are brimming with joyful tears as his entire body practically vibrates from the force of his tail swinging.
“You’re my good boy, Pet. And you’ll always be my good boy.”
That’s when his purring starts, as he lowers his head back against your neck and resumes his aggressive nuzzling and rubbing of his hooves. His actions make you smile, and you continue to give him his precious head pats.
“I love you, my sweet boy.”
Perpetua trills at that, and you’re fairly certain it means that he loves you, too.