"S'not scratchy. All your hair is soft," Nero says, shifting again to get himself somewhat mobile -- but only to press into Cid's touch like a cat who hasn't remembered it can scratch yet. Maybe in time he'll remember his fangs, but if the bliss lingers he might get horny again before he gets too conscious.

He sighs softly, drowsy with contentment. "Should fuck me more often. Then you can see me like this more."