“Ain’t you gon’ groom me?” Victor grumbles as he cuddles into you, something he’d never in a million years imagined himself doing (or even asking). Hell, he never imagined himself in a relationship with another man, and yet, here he was.

Gatekeeping his body had never crossed his mind, and a hole was a hole, as demeaning as that was. Truthfully, he’d like you regardless of what parts you had, seeing as that didn’t matter. Victor had been alive for so long that the years had started to blur together, but with you, things were different. He wasn’t some feral or animalistic beast; he was just… Victor Creed.

Your laugh makes him grumble again, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looks at the way you curled into his body. He’d made your home his hideaway, his home away from home, and your presence made it better.

“What are you— a lion?” You tease him, and if it were coming from anyone else, he’d have ripped their throat out without another thought… but not you.

“Jus’ shuddup and touch me already. We already cuddlin’, ‘s the least you could do.” He nips at the side of your head before pressing his face into your hair, scenting and sniffing you.