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She came closer, leaned into the touch of his quivering hand and he forced a smile to come to his face. This was right, this should be right, and he needed to just suck it up and do this. As she licked his chin, suddenly turning the roles that he thought were set in stone around, he was taken aback, but it also confirmed his thoughts that this was the right, guy-like thing to do. Just follow his instincts... There was no time to be a coward now.
Awkwardly Trent moved the hand from her cheek to her shoulder, and he reached forward and pressed his nose against her neck, her mane and fur brushing against his nose softly. His tongue lapped out to lick the fur behind her ear, if she would let him. Are you sure you want to do this?
His voice was quiet and caring. He might not've been as interested in her as he pretended, he still didn't want to hurt her or do anything against her will. If you're looking for something more... long-term, we could - we can just take it easy.
Trent didn't just want to do it to confirm to himself that he was a masculine and straight male that had no issues whatsoever. He wanted the whole world to know that, and for that he didn't just need to make Trent-shaped puppies; he needed a picture-perfect family.
Having a one-night-stand with someone in a pack he'd only just became part of seemed like a dangerous sort of game in more than one way -- his emotions, her emotions, as well as the danger of a pregnancy that this King who ruled the pack would unlikely be very happy with -- and he was more than willing to take it slow, to get to know her and see if she still wanted to be with him the next day.