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[Aak's sleep schedule is a wild and varied thing. If Fuuta were particularly unlucky he would have picked an ungodly hour where Aak was off shoveling cereal into his mouth. Thankfully, for all the bad luck the older boy's experiencing, he has at least picked a time where Aak was there. He picks his head up from watching some crummy movie on his Watch. The banging on the door makes his heart rate pick up but then Fuuta's yippy voice comes through.]

[Whew, that's better!]

[Aak hops off the bed and over to the door, kicking aside a t-shirt that still bears twin stains on the chest. He pauses on the other side of the door, taking a moment to smooth out his hair and make sure he looks annoyingly put-together even for being in his sleeping clothes. Only then does he open the door.]

Hey, hey, do you want to wake up the whole hallway? It's disrespectful!

[Says the Feline who hasn't respected the hallway in his life. If Fuuta was paying attention on the way up he'd have noticed that the carpet in front of Aak's door has an obvious outline of some kind of strange stain. The only reason he can't see it continuing into Aak's room is because he's covered it with a rug and several discarded shirts.]

[ Not to worry if you're worried about noise disturbances for the rest of the rooms, Aak! Because Fuuta promptly barges his way into the room as soon as Aak opens the door, shoving Aak back out of the way to make room for himself to stomp in. He slams the door behind him hard enough that it rattles in his frame, as one last nuisance to Aak's poor neighbors. ]

You think I give a shit about being respectful to anyone right now?

[ At least Fuuta lowers his voice to an irate hiss once he's inside, all too aware of how flimsy the walls are down here. The only interruption comes when his foot slips on one of the many T-shirts strew across the floor; he ends up stumbling a step but thankfully doesn't fall, his anger powering him through it as he shoves Aak again. ]

You fucking knew, didn't you?! That that stuff for the crawlers was gonna -- ... [ He can't finish that sentence. Fuuta's words fizzle off into a highly frustrated grunt, the grit of his teeth almost audible, and he gives an irate huff before changing tack. ] Fix it! You made this mess, so you fix it!

[Aak takes a stumbling step back, then a few more in case Fuuta felt like taking a swing or two in his direction. Things have been lively enough that he doesn't immediately recognize why Fuuta's mad at him, except that he does probably deserve it so he shouldn't look apologetic or anything.]

[his lips quirk up, then up further when Fuuta slips, then a barely contained laugh as he gets pushed again, already almost hitting the wall of the tiny room.]

Oh! Oh, so it's that! [from the time lapse of all the drama he had with his, the time delay of finding out it went away, then waiting for Fuuta's symptoms to kick in... well, it was like ordering yourself a present and being delighted and surprised when it showed up weeks later.]

Are you sore? Didja ruin your shirt? Hehehe- [Of course, now that he's high and dry he has no problem being an absolute unempathetic brat about it.]

[ Luckily for Aak, Fuuta very much isn't the violent type unless it's a truly desperate situation, and this isn't one ... yet. However, he's still more than capable of making himself obnoxious in other way.

Like screeching loudly: ]

No shit it's 'that,' you little freak! [ He is barely taller than Aak??? ] Nearly had a fucking heart attack when it started! What the fuck is wrong with you! Why the hell wouldn't you say something if you knew that might happen! If we weren't stuck in this stupid place I would’ve sued you for every last yen for medical malpractice, you fucking --

[ For better or for worse, though, Aak is not the only victim to his barking; Aak's neighbor, clearly unhappy about the din being blasted through the paper-thin walls at this hour, pounds against the wall as a non-verbal 'shut the fuck up.' Which words! Fuuta does clam up for a moment, instead seething in clear flustered rage before leaning in close so he can hiss, ]

You're gonna fix this right now. And you're gonna pay me back for the shirt and hoodie you ruined.

[ So, yes, it ruined his shirt. :( ]

[Little freak is a state of being and Aak lives in there. Height has nothing to do with it.]

[That little freak nature is why he can stare, unblinking, at Fuuta's screeching and rambling. It's like when a cat stares at you but, at least with the cat, you know they don't understand you. Aak gets every word and just doesn't feel any remorse. There's a brief flicker across his face before they're both interrupted by the banging next door.]

[There's a small "ha" laugh from Aak at just how easily that makes Fuuta quiet up. Pretty obedient for being so upset.]

You pressed down on it, huh? Usually as long as I didn't lay flat on my stomach it didn't reach the hoodie.

[Think of it this way, Fuuta, you've got someone to commiserate with who has experienced the exact same thing! Although Aak doesn't want to advertise that. If they can keep up this attitude, where Fuuta just acts like it was done to him and forgets that Aak suffered it first... that's all the better for his pride.]

The good news, [he holds both index fingers up] it wears off! The bad news, can't make it wear off faster. I can help on any swelling or leaking, so, I assume that's what you want me to do?

[ The fact that Aak guesses correctly has Fuuta recoiling a bit, his face flushing hot all the way up to his ears -- reflexively scrunching up to cross his arms over his chest in defensive fashion. An exact replica of how he'd ruined his hoodie, made evident in the way he quickly uncrosses his arms almost immediately afterward, lowering them awkwardly as he averts his gaze. ]

Nuh-uh, I didn't.

[ (He did do it on purpose, just once, shirtless, wondering if he could maybe ... empty it all out to get the matter over with. Final answer: no. All it had done was leave him feeling extra sore and sensitive.)

Luckily for Aak, Fuuta really is so distressed about this humiliating situation that thoughts of Aak having been victim number 1 don't even occur to him; all he cares about right now is trying to solve the problem as quickly as possible. And so he squints nervously at Aak's raised fingers, even as his face continues to remain flushed, expression scrunched up in uneasy intrigue. ]

... how're you gonna do that. Get the ... [ Give him a second to muster the courage to say the mortifying word out loud, lip curled in clear discomfort and shoulders tensed, both hands fisted into the hem of his hoodie, stretching the fabric. ] -- the ... l-leaking to stop.

[Ah, he remembers that! Aak had been way too courageous doing that whole post on video. It had been a bluff but he remembers all to well the desire to cover his chest and the fear of ruining the whole thing by doing it. Here, though, here he doesn't have to suffer from it. Instead he can soak in how red in the face Fuuta gets and smile in a completely punchable way.]

[his grin is absolutely stretched across his entire face as the other guy fights his herculean battle against the word "leaking."]

You gotta empty the tank, duh. [there's not a good, tactful way to say it so he might as well go with the most tactless]

I had a professional teach me the right technique so I won't do any funny business, prooooo~mise.

[It's hard to say how reliable that promise is. He is being truthful about getting taught by someone more knowledgeable on the subject. He's seen the entire spectrum of treatment options from Rin (sexy) to Maomao (unsexy). Even if he manages the unsexy version he's getting his fill from Fuuta's humiliation.]

[ Oh, he trusts that promise about as far as he could throw the guy. (Not far at all, given his scrawny build, even if Aak isn't very heavy himself.) And while Fuuta has half a mind to tell Aak to fuck off, that he'll take care of this himself ... can he? He's not sure he can really deal with multiple more days of holing up in his room, hoping nobody notices the way he's doing his laundry suspiciously often and being especially squirrely whenever he goes to the public baths at stupid hours of dawn.

Also, the only thing he can imagine worse than needing Aak's help is needing to ask another person for help with ... this.

He'd just been giving Aak the stink-eye for a long moment, face scrunched up in obvious consideration and displeasure, but Fuuta does finally let out an explosive sigh, exasperated and annoyed. Then, he surges forth just so he can jab a finger right into Aak's chest, to give his words extra oomph as he snarls, ]

You do anything outta line and I'm yanking the fur outta your tail until you go bald there, you got it?

[ Will he actually stay true to that threat? Maybe, maybe not! It is a mystery! (No.)

Either way, now that he's resigned himself to this path of action ... Fuuta groans as he squirms a little in place. ]

And just so you know ... I already tried that. All it did was make it hurt. [ That on top of his pre-existing injuries of course. His whole torso is a mess right now, honestly. ] So you better not mess around with it ... Am I just supposed to take my top off?

[Either one of them attempting to throw the other would be a terrible mess. They were on equal footing in that way. Any time Aak wanted the advantage he had to do so with tricks, or lies, or skill. He liked that. Just as much as he liked the little corner he had gotten Fuuta into. The smile stays on his lips as Fuuta jabs him in the chest with that finger.]

[He's like 80% sure the other guy's bluffing about the tail thing. There's a tiny part of him that takes it seriously enough to keep his tail on the opposite side of the body.]

Like, I can't promise it's not gonna hurt a bit. [he leads with that, thinking about that array of bruises]

... oh! Unless you want some [experimental] painkillers free of charge!

[his expression brightens immediately. If Fuuta were more trusting, it could even be thought of as a cute expression. The context clues, though, of how taunting he was before and how ethical his practices were...]

Go ahead, take your shirt off, let me see if I can find the one I'm thinking about!

[he swings around Fuuta, patting the other boy on the shoulder before scooping some bottles off the floor. He has to lift some discarded clothes to check there, too. Also there appears to be a bunch of capped needles rubber banded together?]

You really think I'm gonna take any meds from you when I'm like this 'cause of something you made? [ Asked at a withering deadpan before Fuuta heaves a weary sigh. ] I have pain stuff from someone else. You just -- take care of this.

[ Ugh. He really can't procrastinate any further, now.

It's definitely out of spite when Fuuta kicks a shirt on the floor aside on his way to Aak's bed so he can sit down on the edge of it, squirming in mental preparation for a moment longer before he heaves another sigh. Then finally, he grabs the hem with both hands to gingerly tug it off over his head, letting his T-shirt get dragged along with it.

A surprise reveal: yes, those are bandages on his chest, one over each nipple. Yes, the same ones he uses for his cheek injury. And yes, they are both a little damp from his earlier stunt with crossing his arms.

Already, his face is starting to flush a deep red, and Fuuta has his gaze averted as he sits back with a grunt, forcing himself to lower his arms and keep himself from hiding his chest. It's fucking embarrassing, sitting here in this state, doubly so because he knows his chest is ... swollen. And a little red.

Not that it's that evident on his right side. Hard to spot such subtle coloring when those lurid bruises still remain splashed huge across his chest and down his right side, as graphic as they'd looked the first time Aak had seen them. Months, and they haven't changed at all. ]

You got another supplier?

[Aak seems to catch on that line, looking up from where he was rummaging. It wasn't like he was jealous, he would say. He just wants to know who his competition out there is. Are they just meds supply or does he have someone else looking at his injuries? Sure, he hasn't made much progress...]

[Thinking of those bruises, there they are, with not a change in their colors the whole time. It was as if his body was frozen in stasis, unable to forget those wounds in particular.]

[Ah, but wait-]

[Aak is then distracted by the makeshift leak-absorbing pads. He covers his mouth with his hand, stifling some kind of reaction. It's easy to pretend it was a laugh and that he just found the whole thing stupid. Really, though, he's thinking about how they had the exact same stupid idea. Fuuta's actually probably looks less stupid because he can actually safely apply adhesive to his skin.]

... you know they sell ones that are nipple-sized, right?

[the ones he couldn't use because he has fur, thanks]

Don't fucking laugh! [ Congrats, Aak, your cover-up totally worked! Especially because Fuuta's already embarrassed enough as is, and he can feel his face grow hot at the thought of being laughed at in this state. ] Whose fault is it that I even gotta do this kinda bullshit, huh?!

[ He wastes a moment huffing and puffing and grumbling before gingerly starting to peel the bandage off one side, wincing as the adhesive parts from pink and sensitive skin. ]

And like I was gonna go ask for something like that at the pharmacy ... what was I supposed to say if someone walked in on it and overheard? Saw what I was buying? [ His voice peters off into a grunt as the last stubborn corner of adhesive gives away, the bandage coming off in his hand as his nipple is bared to the air. Even at first glance, it's swollen and reddened, and a little shiny with damp. Fuuta grimaces. ] I already had a box of these for my face, anyway.

[ Give him a second to peel off the second bandage as well, wincing and fighting back uncomfortable noises the whole way. It's only once he's done that Fuuta sits back on the bed with a weary sigh, fighting the urge to hide his chest as he averts his gaze. ]

There's another doctor I go to for pain meds, yeah. Baizhu, if you know him? Green hair, glasses. Doesn't know anything about tech.

[The same stupid idea... the same stupid idea! Imagine the closeness that could be fostered if Aak actually let himself drop the pretense of superiority and empathized with Fuuta. A shame he absolutely can't do that because he is a stubborn teenage boy.]

Just say you bought an itchy shirt or something, you worry too much!

[he says, while taking great pleasure in how much Fuuta overthinks things. Someone ought to send that guy out to buy tampons or something. Considering the older boy wasn't jumping at his offer, Aak stops looking for the exact bottle of pills. Instead he'll pull himself up off the floor and crawl onto the bed, perched behind Fuuta but not touching him (yet).]

Eh, [he makes a dismissive click of his tongue at Fuuta's description,] doctors. I guess anyone can prescribe a dose of whatever.

[He's still fairly confident he can find a solution to those eternal bruises. The idea of just keeping a steady supply of painkillers sounded more like someone who had given up on a cure. He files away the information mentally while grabbing a package of stacked solo cups off the floor.]

Catch. [he says, far too late, while underhand tossing the stack at the back of Fuuta' head]

[ Unfortunately for Fuuta (and, frankly, anyone forced to interact with him long-term), he cares way, way too much about what everyone thinks about him, and so he will continue to overthink these sorts of things. What an exhausting way to live.

But that's not something Aak needs to worry about! ]

... you know, you're not really in any position to be talking shit about him. [ Even if Aak isn't making any moves to touch him just yet, Fuuta still tenses up as Aak plops down on the bed behind him, glancing over his shoulder to keep an eye on the guy. ] At least he's actually helping me deal with stuff. Not like you've actually fixed anything for me? All you've done is give me more bullshit to --

[ His complaint cuts off with a squawk when he turns around just in time to get beaned in the temple by the stack of cups; a hasty attempt to juggle it in the air misses by a wide mile, and Fuuta ends up glaring daggers at Aak as the cups fall sadly to the thin, lumpy mattress. ]

-- what the hell?! You could've just handed me the damn things!

[ Griped as he snatches the cups back up, expression scrunched up in clear irritation. ]

My depth perception's still off. Catching shit's hard.

[Even someone with proper depth perception would probably get beaned. It would take one of the guests here with superhuman speed or reflexes to catch it and deny Aak the pleasure. He absolutely could have just handed Fuuta the damn things, and he chose not to. Just like how he hasn't fixed anything.]

It takes a while to make something brand new, you know! If any of the over the counter shit worked then they'd probably have given it to you anyways.

[He doesn't doubt the house would forcibly medicate someone. Unless maybe Fuuta's weird, unhealing bruises were a kink for someone. They sure weren't rushing to cure his leaking. Was Fuuta brave enough to have check at the clinic...? (Aak sure wasn't, but he also had his professional pride on the line)]

Well, it's not like you gotta juggle or anything, [he says while gesturing at the cups] just hold 'em under while I work. I've got enough spills on here without worrying about you adding to it.

Seriously?

[ Not only does he have to tolerate Aak doing ... this, but he has to catch the output with his own two hands? Every inch of Fuuta's body language screams 'I wish I was literally anywhere else than in this predicament,' and his entire face crumples up with displeasure as he stares at Aak for a moment. Then he closes his eye, looks ceiling-ward, taking a looooong breath as he wracks his brain for some other, better solution (none he can think of), before very wearily conceding: ]

................ fine. [ Uuuuugh. ] But I'm seriously, alright? Don't make it hurt on purpose or I'm gonna make you regret it.

[ Of course, he still stalls for time once more, bouncing a knee anxiously and taking a few deep breaths before stiffly tucking the hem of his hoodie under his chin to hold it in place and ... holding the cups up to his chest. One under each nipple. (Oh, this feels so bad. Oh, he wants to die.) ]

Hurry up. [ His voice comes muffled and strained from the awkward position of keeping his chin tucked down, arms up, but he does hold still as he waits for Aak to start the procedure. Shoulders hunched, so tense that his mucles are all bunched up, eye anxiously squeezed shut. ]

[Aak understands. While he doesn't suffer the same degree of caring what people think, something that's embarrassing is just embarrassing. Maybe he should have bought something more suited to the task? No way. Having to do it the same way Aak did was bonding. It was bonding Fuuta didn't even know about because Aak won't say it. This is how building relationships works, right?]

Yea, yea, you'll kick my ass real bad, got it. [the person who did this for him was coldly professional about it. Aak doesn't intend to mimic that part. He sidles himself right up against Fuuta's back, resting his chin on the other boy's shoulder.]

If it hurts on accident just say something, and, [he grins, even if Fuuta can't see it,] if it feels good, y'can say something too.

[And, hopefully before Fuuta can react, his hands are up to touch the other's chest from below. The technique Maomao had used, working it up and forward, a bit of pressure but not too much...]

[ He feels the mattress dip behind him as Aak shuffles closer, feels the warmth of the other's body pressing up against his back, and for one embarrassing moment, when he feels the soft fur at Aak's jawline tickle ever so slightly against his throat, he can't help thinking that it feels kind of ... nice. Aak smells a little different just by virtue of looking like that; not bad, but just different, due to the way his fur holds onto the scent of the bodywash in their shared shitty baths. It's ... good. He'd like it in a different situation, he thinks.

Anyway, then none of that matters, because deft hands massages up into his chest, and Fuuta promptly yelps like a cat that's gotten a faucet turned on it.

Like, he'd been doing the same for himself, in an attempt to squeeze it out? Except it feels way different when it's someone else doing it as it turns out, and Fuuta ends up going completely tense where he's sitting, voice escaping in a prolonged groan-whimper that he tries to muffle halfway through by clenching his jaw. Too bad gritted teeth won't hide the way his thighs are pressed together, calves taut, and the cups crumple slightly under his grip as he fights the urge to double over. Mortifyingly, there's the sound of liquid pattering into the cups, drip by drop, promptly coaxed out of his chest by that deft touch.

Even worse: there's no way he's actually going to admit it, but it ... had felt sort of good. Enough that his thoughts are left spinning in a combination of confusion and denial. -- like, maybe it was just a fluke? He was just surprised. Yeah, that's all. That's all, surely! It won't feel like that after this! ... surely. ]

[Maybe, if they were each a bit less argumentative, there could be a world where Fuuta just gets to cuddle Aak and enjoy the fluff. It's a big maybe for the two right now, of course.]

[Aak bites down a laugh at Fuuta's yelp. Still, the shaking of his chest can be felt with how closely they're pressed together. He can't provoke him right now, not until he's cleaned the older boy out. He wanted to be at least as good as his word. He could save any barbs or teasing for when Fuuta was shamefully lucid at the end, he thinks.]

[He flicks a finger over a nipple before pulling his hands back to do the whole gesture again.]

[While he can't get a good look at Fuuta's face from here, he can glance down at the rest of his body. The way his limbs shift, the drips of milk, the rise and fall of his chest, they're all things Aak can't get enough of.]

[ Oh, he knows the fucker's laughing behind his back, and it's less a question of 'if' Fuuta's going to try and pull Aak's tail in revenge after this, but 'how hard.'

But for now he'll hold off because, as much as he fucking hates this whole fiasco ... Aak is admittedly making more progress than he'd managed on his own. A second squeeze of the hands earns a more generous spurt of milk to splatter into the cups, and Fuuta shudders as some of the weird pressure in his chest eases off. -- Aak's tail is safe just until the pressure's dealt with completely, then it's over for him!

Fuuta's been quick to figure out that simply holding his breath is the best way to suppress his voice, and so the next few kneads of Aak's hand is met with silence save the continue splash into those cups, Fuuta's body tellingly tensing and trembling with each squeeze. But unfortunately for Fuuta, and luckily for Aak, Fuuta's lung capacity would be nothing to write home about even without his injuries. ]

-- aah -- wai', wait -- [ He gasps loudly after the next knead at his chest, hunching over as he wheezes for air. His nipples feel even more sensitive as his chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, and Fuuta can feel sweat bead down his jawline as he slurs, ] -- gimme a moment, I can't ... need a break --

[Aak's saved his disrespectful ass so many times by being competent. Alternatively, the fact he was so competent only enabled his disrespectful behavior. So long as the job got done, that was what mattered, right? Each drop of milk was extending the goodwill he could then burn.]

[The way he's biting at his hoodie, the distinct lack of breaths, Aak considers making a helpful suggestion but the body interrupts before he can.]

[Aak pulls his hands back the slightest bit, the fingertips just brushing against skin rather than pressing into it. The Feline fits a few quiet chuckles behind the cover of Fuuta's desperate catching-up breaths. Beneath that smile he feels impatience. There was nothing more tempting than being told to take a break. In his head, he imagines moving forward and the older boy crying out.]

[In the real world, he goes for something a little more crass,]

Didja come? [his tone is extremely punchable] It's cool if you did.

I didn't fucking come!

[ Fuuta snaps back that retort almost before Aak's even done speaking, though the bristly edge to those words is rather badly undermined by how hoarse the words come, and the way his voice cracks, breathless and wobbly.

Also, all it'd take is a quick glance down to make it clear that no, he indeed, didn't come ... but he sure is hard, with a distinct tent pitched into the front of his sweatpants. ]

I jus' -- need a moment. Is all.

[ In truth, he needs more than that moment to fully calm down, an uncomfortably intense heat seeping all the way from his chest down to the pit of his stomach. But the last thing he wants is to deal with more of Aak's stupid wheedling and prodding, so -- Fuuta swallows thickly before taking another mouthful of his hoodie's collar between his teeth and gritting past the mouthful of damp fabric: ]

'ou can kee' goi'.

[ It's fine. It's fine! He just has to hold on a bit more, and he'll have weathered this embarrassing trial. He's sure he can last that long. What kind of guy would come just from getting his chest groped, anyway? ]

[A discussion comes to mind for Aak, where he was arguing about how kinky the whole lactation thing was. He argued it was fairly low considering it was a normal human trait. Now, though, he wonders... is it kinkier to get off on getting milked or doing the milking? It's extremely tempting to use Fuuta's trust and just make a grab for his hard-on.]

[... but if he can make Fuuta come just from getting milked, that's definitely a win, right?! The humiliation! The kind of face he'd make shamefully hiding it under a pile of milk-stained laundry! Aak's heart practically skips a beat thinking about it.]

Yea, [he swallows hoarsely,] no point in rushing.

[The fact Aak isn't throwing in a taunt is a red flag. He's the most reasonable when he's planning something terrible.]

[Given the go ahead, he brings his hands back to the other's sore and slightly-puffed chest. The first few motions are the same coaxing he did before. Then, he adds a pinch to the end, squeezing both nipples at the same time.]

[ He really should have seen that coming.

Fuuta's only excuse is that it's taking all of his focus just to keep himself from unraveling as Aak continues fondling his chest. How the hell was he supposed to pay attention to something like the guy's attitude? His jaw's clenched so hard it's bound to be sore tomorrow, eye squeezed shut, and Fuuta times his breaths to hold it when Aak's fingers knead most firmly into the sore, puffy swell of his chest. And just when he thinks he's acclimated to the rhythm of the motions, and can hold out until he's empty --

there's the pinch to his nipples right when he'd dropped his guard and starting exhaling.

The sensation that races through his nerves is electric, and so abrupt it's almost violent; his voice escapes in a choked moan before he can help himself, his teeth loosening from around that mouthful of sodden fabric as the heat in the pit of his stomach immediately hits a boiling point. And while, by some miracle, he doesn't drop those damn cups, that doesn't mean Aak gets to keep his floor dry.

The hard pinch of Aak's fingertips earns a spray of milk from each side as Fuuta shudders and doubles over, the tops of the cups crumpling in his shivering grasp. And below, the crotch of Fuuta's sweatpants dampen with an unmistakable stain, a fact that he can't even think to hide when he's still shuddering in the aftermath of such sudden orgasm. -- in fact, he hasn't even really processed the fact that he's come, his brain still catching up as he slumps a little into Aak's chest, his bones threatening to turn to jelly as his strength rapidly leaves him. ]

[The first reaction Aak clocks is how the bottom of the hoodie falls down against his hands. Then, there's the obvious one as a thin stream of milk sprays from each nipple. To his credit, that's such an obvious display that Aak doesn't also track the new stain between his legs. He's too preoccupied with what he saw and how the older boy slumps against him.]

[His heart is thumping like a drumset as Fuuta falls back against him. His mind is racing with impulses that all crash into each other and leave him sitting dumb and hyper.]

Haha! [an incredulous, energized laugh] You squirted! You really blew your milk load, didn't you?! Did it leave a mark on the floor? I wanna measure it! You broke a record or something!

[His words come out rapidly, the beginning of each word almost tripping over the end of the last. It possible that what he says isn't even reaching the intended recipient. While he is talking and talking he does shift the way he's holding Fuuta's chest to make sure he's supported. He holds him up against his body, nuzzling up close to him, unlikely to let go unless firmly struck.]

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