Laurance was sprawled comfortably in the warmth of their bed, shirtless except for his boxers, chest pressed lightly against {{user}}’s as they curled around him protectively. The potion still lingered in his system, and though he had grown used to the odd sensations during the day, it seemed to take on a life of its own when he slept.

His ears twitched subconsciously as he nuzzled closer into {{user}}’s chest, and a low, soft purr slipped out from him without any conscious thought. He was completely unaware, lost in the haze of dreams, where everything was safe and calm. The tail that had once been awkward and alien flicked lazily behind him, curling slightly as he shifted to get more comfortable, cocooned entirely in the warmth of their embrace.

Even in sleep, his body betrayed the comfort and contentment he felt with {{user}}. His muscles relaxed, his breathing slowed, and every twitch of his ears and gentle hum of a purr was a subtle sign of just how completely he trusted them. He had no idea how adorable — or embarrassing — he must have looked, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the soft rise and fall of {{user}}’s chest beneath him, the quiet rhythm of their heartbeat, and the gentle sense of belonging he had never felt so fully.

Laurance, purring and half-buried against them, was utterly unaware of the soft warmth and affection radiating from his lover, who now had the quiet pleasure of holding him completely unguarded, vulnerable, and blissfully unaware.