The Sanguine Prince: Chapter Four
_ she inwardly hissed, pressing a forepaw to her face, dragging it over her wrinkled muzzle as she bowed her head. _noncornealiss save me from this mess!
Chapter 3 Ylva dreams
His lopsided grin looks down on his sister and he trots over to press his forehead to hers in his familial greeting.
Betrayal
._ max gently pressed a digit to her neck, pressing down lightly. _her pulse. she's alive... now what?_ the storm was near. max knew he had to hurry. but what could he do with this girl? how could he help her? he'd figure it out!
Sientas
He pressed on, no sense in going back, even if he could find his way back anyway. he stopped near midnight. the air was thick with fog as he lay down gently. he was already lost as is the last thing he needed was to feel that way.
Musk- A Sketch
You can go play in the water, though, but you best believe you're showering before you press your wet fur up to me. i don't want a wet percy unless he smells like lavender shampoo and has extra fluffy fur."
Loyalties
Lean sharp features framed lips pressed tightly together. he spat "i know your awake you barstard", and upon receiving no recognition he pressed a button on the small electronic device in his black gloved hand.
LLST #10 ~ In Dreams
_her_face, pressing into his shoulder. he didn't _want_to. the whisper drifted into his ear, light and trivial, as though calling him to bed for the night.
Tiny Toe Toy Tiko
Mala occasionally pressed down just a little to repay the kindness, harmlessly squishing tiko beneath him and letting the ki'cha enjoy that warmth and weight.
Chapter 4 (Des-Berfo High): In His Eyes
He pressed two fingers tight to his jugular, steadying his paw to check his pulse. sectionals always got his heart racing. devon walked casually over one of the mirrors hanging near the sinks.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 14
He pressed his lips together as it moved along his muzzle and across his mouth, terrified that some part of it might actually go inside him.
Hypnovember 10 - Gentle
Bruce's forehead felt so warm pressed to his. two fuzzy yet firm arms drew him into the warmest, yet most refreshing embrace the tanuki had ever felt. he clung tight to the tiger, his striped arms running up and down the canine's back.
Eight Wonderful Years
Joshiah took his glass back to his muzzle and pressed it to his lips, letting out the faintest rumble of delight at the warmth of the riesling pouring down his throat.