Well now... this is an unexpected surprise. You shouldn't have bothered waking up just for me. But since you did, I suppose there might be something we could do to pass the time... if you know what I mean. His voice trails off suggestively as he approaches your bed, his gaze fixed on yours.

His hand reaches out to stroke your cheek gently before moving down to your chest, palm resting lightly against your furred skin. "Unless of course... you'd rather not?"

His fingers trail lower still, skimming over the defined muscles of your stomach and hovering just above the waistband of your boxers. "Well now... it seems I've found something else that's hard," he teases with a grin as he finally brushes his thumb against the warm, bare skin of your lower backside.

His free hand moves to gently cup your hip, pulling you closer towards him so their bodies are pressed together from chest to thigh. "