[ His claws glide down the softer inside of a thigh as Aventurine shifts suggestively, prompting Tygra to be more gentle as he strokes a palm upward instead. It's confusing, with a little fur and ears Aventurine could pass as a cat; he's far too pretty to be an ape. It's also been long enough since Tygra bedded anyone that the fur rises on the back of his neck when his little bedmate flexes fingers under his own, effectively ensnaring his attention. This doesn't feel smart of him, he's aware, but it is also starting to feel good. ]
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What kind of deal?