Thread by @Caudlewag

Hypno Binturong Boyfriend for @ArtemisAlexande

Your Binturong Boyfriend has a lilting southern accent that you find hard to argue with. It drizzles over your ears sweet as honey as his tail curls around your side, solicitously sliding and pulls you close to spend the night.

Art by Piromane on FA
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Your Binturong Boyfriend has a flair of pink about his person, a splash of color among soft brown tones. He paints his claws in the shade and the light from them seems to drift behind his motions as he mentions how cute you'd look in some new clothes he picked out.

Your Binturong Boyfriend is proud of his tail, it's long dexterous and shockingly strong. You often find it curled about your waist, trailing about your hips and occasionally coiling for a little squeeze. It can sweep you off your feet, and often does before you mind goes hazy.

Around your Binturong Boyfriend things are occasionally hard to remember. Sometimes you feel the ghosts of his hands along your belly, the phantom of a kiss on your lip while you walk. Timeskips in your memory with the ghost of pleasure and touch. You smell of him always.

Your Binturong Boyfriend, oddly enough, smells of popcorn. It's a specific scent, accented with a slight fruity sort of smell you're not sure is his or not. All your clothes have it now. You smell it and find fur in new clothes you swear you don't remember buying.

You find a picture of your Binturong Boyfriend from the 1920s. When you ask him about it he lays a gentle hand against your chest, pink claws lightly tickling. His eyes take on that shade and you fall into them completely, like a warm bed after a long day. You no longer worry.

Your Binturong Boyfriend stays close. He often lays his tail across your shoulder, a living feather boa that occasionally winds across your tinder sides and takes control. When he's affectionate, you're smothered in touch and fluff. Hard to tell where you end and he begins.

Your Binturong Boyfriend doesn't enjoy seeing you stressed. When he notices this, he often leans in close. His eyes take the world away and your mind is placidly clear. His tail and his words combine to wind you away from the world, a blanket fresh from the dryer around your soul

As you continue to date your Binturong Boyfriend you get better at grabbing snatches of lucidity between warm, fluffy coils and honeysweet words, or perhaps he allows them. You find, when given the choice you prefer to drift into that warmth. He holds you close, and is glad.

What an alluring thread indeed! Hope you enjoyed!

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