Wonwoo was luxuriating in a warm orange scented heaven. His limbs were askew in the hot water and every time he moved a little water sloshed over the edge making the floor wet.

He looked down at his body and admired the slight changes. He had more bowls now, filled with treats of all kinds, and while Junhui was at work he would eat and sleep all day. A soft fine layer of muscle and fat was just beginning to cover his body and he smiled at the welcome sight. He'd always just been bones and skin and he was proud of how healthy he looked.

He rolled a little in the water and caught Junhui staring at him. It made him feel hot inside, not unwelcome, the heat pooling low in his abdomen in that new way he was getting used to. He'd never really been bothered by people looking at him before but something about Junhui's eyes when they washed over his bare skin made him feel shivery and he liked it. He liked Junhui looking at him.

Fridays were the best. Junhui was insistent on expanding Wonwoo's palate and Friday nights had become a time of baking and cooking, the man making endless varieties of sweets and savouries, all to tempt Wonwoo to eat more. He now enjoyed pasta and bread, cakes and ice cream, rice and soup. He still had a distaste for fish but his mouth was watering at the thought of the rabbits braising on the stove Junhui had brought home as a special treat.

He rolled again as he grabbed for the shampoo and passed it to Junhui. He could feel eyes on his skin, Junhui's gaze raking over his thighs and his ass and his brush, he could smell the heady scent of the man's shame and arousal. He didn't know what he had to feel ashamed about. Junhui was always gentle with him, even with his eyes.

He knew Junhui was shy, careful to pretend he wasn't looking at the naked fox in the tub, and it gave Wonwoo a confidence he'd never felt before. A feeling of assurance and safety and calm. And that's when it dawned on him and he sat up straight with his eyes flashing in the brightly lit bathroom.

Wonwoo trusted him.

He'd never trusted a man before and it had only taken about six weeks with Junhui for him to completely erode all his barriers. Every wrong that had been done to him, every harsh word and cruel taunt, all washed away with the warm comforting bath water. And with his new self awareness came another realisation. He wanted Junhui to look at him. He wanted Junhui to caress his bare skin with his fond warm gaze. He wanted Junhui to enjoy the sight of Wonwoo's naked skin glistening with water. He wanted more than just Junhui's eyes on his body, he wanted warm hands on his arms and legs, he wanted gentle feather light touches on the soft parts of him he'd always defended vehemently with teeth and claw.

When Junhui's hands began to lather his head goosebumps sprang up all over the fox's body. He whined a little as he enjoyed the sensation of gentle fingers massaging his scalp and ears but this time it wasn't enough.

"I want you to know that it's okay to take what you want. And if you're too scared to just take then all you have to do is ask. Okay? Wonwoo I'll give you whatever you want."

"Junhui," the fox said quietly, almost reluctantly, as he closed his eyes and let the man rinse his hair. "Yes petal?" Junhui replied and when Wonwoo opened his eyes the smile on the man's face was dazzling. "I want you to wash me," the fox said shyly and when Junhui picked up a washcloth he shook his head. "With your hands. Please?"

He stood in the water, the goosebumps all over him resulting from the cold air or the touch, neither of them knew. He stood still as Junhui lathered orange blossom shower gel all over Wonwoo's back and arms, chest and stomach, down his white legs. It was heaven to the fox who relished the touch and made soft sounds of happiness in his throat. It felt wonderful.

When he was wrapped in a thick fluffy towel Junhui left him alone. A huge hoodie had been left out for him to put on, along with warm sweatpants and thick socks. Junhui had a fire roaring in the fireplace but he still didn't want the fox to be cold.  Wonwoo pulled the hoodie on and smiled when he saw it hung halfway down his thighs. He sat on the floor outside his den and pulled the fuzzy socks onto his feet but he disregarded the pants. He wanted to feel Junhui's eyes on him again and the freedom of his tail hanging unhindered was just a bonus. An unquantifiable instinct rising to the surface was driving Wonwoo to attract Junhui's attention, to display his body, to show bare skin and revel in the attention. To hunger for Junhui's reaction.

"Is the fire too warm?" Junhui asked, noticing his bare legs, as Wonwoo joined him in the kitchen. The fox shook his head. The smell of the braised rabbit was overwhelming and the fox felt like a kit again as he circled the room in excitement. He whined and pressed his body against Junhui, mouthing at his jaw, happy little yips building in his throat. "Okay, okay," Junhui laughed but he didn't push him back. He didn't push the little fox away any more. "I know you're hungry but I can't serve it up with you in my way." His chiding was gentle and Wonwoo resorted to gripping the back of Junhui's sweater and trailing him as the man moved around the kitchen.

The bowl in front of Wonwoo was full to the brim. Rich rabbit meat sat in a hot thick broth with carrots and celery and potatoes. Junhui had scraped the meat into his plate but had left the bones in for the fox and he was happy to see him using a spoon to get the vegetables and broth into his mouth. He was learning so fast that sometimes Junhui forgot about his ears and tail and saw him as more man than animal. When his bowl was empty and he was curled in front of the fire sucking and crunching the rabbit bones he was an animal again.

Junhui watched the fox curl and stretch his lithe body in front of the fire. The rabbit was a hit and he was warm inside from Wonwoo's gratitude. Whenever the little fox mouthed at his jaw Junhui knew he was hungry and couldn't wait to see the blissed out expression on his face when his belly was full. Junhui was proud of his cooking and smiled happily as the fox unfurled his brush and sucked on the leg bone of a rabbit.

Wonwoo rolled on his side and stretched a certain way and the hoodie rose up exposing more thigh than Junhui could handle. He gulped and looked away, his cheeks ablaze with the flush of embarrassment, his eyes trying desperately to avert. But he just couldn't resist. He tried to hide the hunger and admiration in his eyes as he watched the fox roll onto his stomach and pick up another bone. The hoodie was dangerously high now, only barely hiding Wonwoo's naked ass, his brush swinging lazily side to side as he kicked his legs around in the air.

He scolded himself and tried to look away, but when Wonwoo shifted again to roll on his side Junhui saw his eyes flicker. They were sparkling and bright and definitely watching him and Junhui got the feeling Wonwoo was checking to see if he was looking at him.

He turned his eyes back to the tv briefly before the fox stretched lazily, arms reaching out, hoodie stretching to the limits of what it could cover. The way he was moving had taken on a new quality, his mannerisms strangely and suddenly sensual, and Junhui felt hot as he watched the fox crawl across the floor towards him.

"D-do you want something?" Junhui stammered, the stutter giving away his nerves, as Wonwoo slid upward and onto the couch next to him. "Just you," the fox said softly as he pushed his head into Junhui's hands and the man began to stroke his hair and ears. The tv blared in the background as Wonwoo curled into a ball and snuggled closer to Junhui. He made throaty thick noises of happiness as he wriggled closer to Junhui, his body hanging bare from the bottom of the hoodie, his long brush waving around freely.

Wonwoo whined and made grabby hands in the air and Junhui chuckled. He knew what the little fox wanted and reached behind him to grab Baby. "Baby..." Wonwoo breathed softly as the toy was nestled in his arms and Junhui felt his whole body relax.

Junhui stroked his hair, he always stroked his hair, never letting his hands wander anywhere else. But something felt different tonight, like a shift in the dynamic between them, and he let one hand wander down to rub between Wonwoo's shoulder blades. "Nice..." the fox whispered as he arched his back into the touch and Junhui rubbed his lower back. He was completely distracted from the tv now, nothing existed outside the man and the fox, and Wonwoo's enthusiasm for Junhui's strong hands.

Junhui's hands grew brave and he wound one gently around Wonwoo's tail. When he sensed no resistance he rubbed it gently, stroking the wiry grey fur between his fingers, delighting in the fox's writhing enjoyment. "Feels nice Jun," Wonwoo said as he shifted his body into Junhui's lap. He nosed at the creamy caramel skin of Junhui's neck and inhaled deeply as he stretched his long legs again. He stretched and revelled in the feeling of Junhui's admiration, he drank in the scent of Junhui's arousal, he luxuriated in the warmth and security of arms he trusted. Instinct took over and his mouthing and nosing turned into a series of gentle and tentative licks pressed against Junhui's neck.

Junhui held him and stroked his tail, rubbed his ears and back, closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the fox's rough tongue on his skin. He kept petting the fox as his licks slowed down and soon stopped as his breathing grew slow and heavy. Junhui smiled when he realised the little fox was asleep.

He stood up carefully with the sleeping featherweight in his arms and walked into Wonwoo's room. He bent, rather awkwardly, and put the sleeping fox down on top of his bedding inside the den. Wonwoo stirred but didn't wake and Junhui tucked his Baby into his arms before backing out and heading into his own room.