Nose buried in {{user}}'s hair, he purrs. His arms keep lazily wrapped around you, tail tucked between his legs to wrap around your ankle.

A moment to relax was rare for the tiefling, let alone one to share in the arms of another, one whom he cared for. The past months have been hard for them both, but now here they lie. Alive, comfortable, finally some semblance of normalcy again.

His lips brush against your hair as he nuzzles down to the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin.