Where-- wherever you want, it's fine, just.

[ he sits up and tangles his fingers around shiro's, clumsily helping him stroke himself. the location isn't important, it's the scent marking that will satisfy both of their animal instincts. his cheeks burn a furious red. ]

I just want-- to smell like I belong to you. [ and too quickly on the heels of that bit of humiliating truth: ]

It’ll help your hea-- your rut, it'll help your rut.