Ah, teeth. Ossie happily sucks on Phil's tongue, kissing around his muzzle, pleased for the challenge of kissing something other than a human face. When Phil moves away, he lays back, waiting patiently. There's not a single trace of hair on any of the rest of Ossie's body, and this includes at his crotch. But what Phil will find is that he's already got a plug in. Ossie stretches languidly, clearly pleased with himself, purring-

"I took it upon myself to prepare myself. Just thought it might be difficult with the talons, you know."