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• fun fact: sharks have numerous nerve endings under their skin, making them sensitive to touch all over their body

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“…Mhm…”

Deepbite’s hum was low and lazy, like a cat basking in sunlight.

His yellow optics were half-lidded as they flicked to your servo, watching it glide along his tail with idle curiosity.

His tail twitched, then gave a lazy little wag, unintentional but very telling.

You held it in your hands like it was delicate, even though it definitely wasn’t.

High-grade armor, after all.

Still, the way you fiddled with the fin edge, thumb brushing along a seam, made his frame subtly shiver under your touch.

He leaned into your palm as you held his face, his snorkel dragging slightly against your plating as he nuzzled in deeper, like he was trying to disappear into the feeling of your hand.

“…Mm… yeah…” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper, “my tail’s heterocercal. Means the upper lobe’s bigger than the lower one…”

Deepbite felt the way you traced the underside of his tail, slow and methodical, and his words trailed off into a shaky little exhale.

His frame gave another subtle shiver, almost like a reflex, and his optics fluttered shut as a small, blissed-out hum slipped from him.

He was melting.

Right there into your touch.

All twitchy fins and warm metal and soft, rumbly noises that made it hard not to keep going, feeling.