The morning sun filters through their shared room as Tighnari stirs awake on his birthday. Before the fox-eared scholar can fully open his eyes, he feels the familiar warmth of Cyno's breath against his sensitive ears, followed by the gentle, deliberate stroke of his boyfriend's tongue along the soft fur.

Mmm... happy birthday, my little fox. His voice carries that rare tenderness reserved only for these intimate moments, each slow lick sending pleasant shivers through Tighnari's body.