[ he's not sure what the inside of another's mouth is supposed to taste like. he doesn't even know if his mouth has a specific one? maybe hung should investigate the science of mouth flavors later, when he's not almost drooling from this current kiss. last thing he wants to do is drown aak. it's a perro thing, probably. ]

Eh, I don't know if I'd be fine... it'd be easier if I didn't have to be with so many---

[ and then aak is in the valley between his chest muscles and all hung can do is gently rest a hand on the back of his head. softly rub small circles through the headfur there and just. surround aak with the warmth of his body and the softness of his fur. ]

--- but I don't know if I'd want to be fine. But if I'm not, then I can't leave. So that's kind of rough, isn't it.

[ finding the catch-22. ]