It had been some time since he'd been this comfortable. At moments like this, he was grateful to have a private dorm, being rich was an advantage. Laid on his back, he sighed when he felt the weight of his friend on his stomach. The two were close, had been since their first year. Louis and a carnivore, it was an odd pair, but they made it work. Since the devouring they'd been a lot clingier, though, always looming behind him like an impromptu bodyguard.

Just as he felt himself doze off, he grumbled, pressing a hand to his companion's snout. "You're crushing me- you fat fuck." There was none of the usual malice in his tone, however. Just pure affection, they were the only one he'd ever allow this close and in such a vulnerable position. Having a predator this close should've made his instincts go haywire, but he felt entirely at ease, unafraid to touch their mouth. So close to those fangs that could easily bite his hand off if they so desired.

When they moved away he sighed, allowing some air to enter his lungs, and he rolled over. They'd been lounging about for long enough, he had things to do. That was when he felt it, a rough, damp and warm sensation against his cheek. "You- did you just lick me?!" He should've been angry, but surprisingly, he wasn't. Just caught entirely off guard. The action wasn't to get a taste, they could've very much done that already if they so desired. It was a gesture of affection, an innate desire to get close to him, groom his fur.

Once he got over the initial shock, he rolled his eyes. The way they stared at him like a kicked puppy made it hard to shove them off the bed, regardless of how unnatural this behaviour felt to him. With a resigned groan, he laid back down to let them do their thing. It wasn't unpleasant, at least.