The bartender couldn’t hold back a slightly drawn-out moan, his blush darkening dramatically, claws digging into the other’s hips as his grip tightened. He buried his face in the werewolf’s shoulder, something he tended to do when he was embarrassed.
“S-Stop that…” He whined, before whimpering slightly at the scratch.
Howl gave a pleased hum from the response, kicking his leg backwards to close the door so the kids didn’t come in. He didn’t stop, continuing his ministrations at the base of the man’s tail as he gave small kisses and nips at the other’s neck and ear.
His blush darkened slightly, and he couldn’t help but smile slightly at the words. He had begun to wrap his arms around the other’s waist, but abruptly halted to suck in a sharp breath.
“H-Howl, what are you doing…?” His voice cracked slightly as he questioned the werewolf, and he couldn’t stop himself from suddenly wrapping his arms around Howl’s waist a bit too tightly.
He wrapped his free arm around Tender, careful of the scratches on them and his hand still holding the man’s new tail.
“Just checking it out…” He slides his hand out of the small loop he made with the tail, rubbing up to its base and giving it an experimental rub and scratch.
Tender let out a startled squeak and jumped, before blushing madly in embarrassment, and staring at his fiance with slightly bashful scarlet eyes. The bartender pouted, and crossed his arms over his chest, cheeks puffed out.
“Don’t scare me like that…” He whined, before pushing up his glasses. “And…Do you seriously think I’m cute?”
He chuckled, pulling the man close with one arm. “I always think you’re cute, Tender.” He kisses the side of Tender’s head, then his now pointed ear. He imagined that his own probably looked similar when they weren’t covered in fur.
His hand can’t help but repeat it’s earlier action, twirling the tail a bit in his hand carefully.
The bartender blinked at the mirror, slightly confused by the sudden alterations that had been made to his body. The pointed ears, the wings and the tail. He puffed his cheeks out, and blushed faintly in embarrassment and his now red-coloured eyes glued themselves to his newfound claws.
“…This is so embarrassing.” grumbled Tender. “…I just hope Howl doesn’t mind these random changes…”
Howl stood in the doorway, nursing a few scratches on his arm. Their children had gotten better since they first came home, but that didn’t stop them from being a rowdy trio with some claws that needed serious trimming. They should probably invest in doing that - especially with Vincent, he was definitely the most trouble.
He blinked when he noticed the differences on Tender, simply staring for a moment before he stepped beside him and ran his hand down the other’s spine. “Well aren’t you cute.”