Viltez manages to suppress a shiver at the feeling of the man's breath on his neck and he keeps his eyes closed as the feelings running through him make relaxing harder and harder. He manages however and soon enough Aryx settles against him and begins to drift off. [i]'There's a hand on my side, and I can feel him breathing against my neck. . .He's so, so close, and. . . .And I'm okay'[/i] He lets out a slow breath, keeping himself relaxed as the breathing behind him evens out into a steady sleeping rhythm. As close as they are he can see some flyaway hairs from the man's long mane drifting over his shoulder as he sleeps and the beastman takes to watching them tickle his shoulder as a way to focus on something other than his own errant fantasies.

[i]'He is here, we are comfortable, he accepts me for who and what I am, and. . .And he is comfortable enough with me to use me as a giant doll while he sleeps. . .I could not ask for more'[/i] He repeats this to himself, over and over, and eventually the warmth and the gentle feelings running through his chest allow him to follow the man into the dream realm. In the night he dreams of his father, of the days before he was forced to hide himself away like a diseased ridden creature and deny who he is. He's never resented it before, not before, but as he feels his father holding him tight, keeping him warm and safe, his longing for the days when he was just a child traveling at his father's side makes his current life bring an unpleasant taste to his tongue.

The taste is not there long however as a new scent filters through his mind, sweetening the air unbelievably so. His hand flexes against something warm in his grasp and he takes a deep, slow breath. The sweet scent fills his lungs once more and softly his lips let out the unmistakable sound of the source's name. “Aryx. . .” he murmurs, the waking world coming to him slowly. He can feel breath against his chest and for a moment he's quite sure it must be his own. After all, he lives alone. There's no one who would be. . .

His eyes drift slowly open and he swallows hard at the sight of thick black hair mussed with sleep resting under his chin, and the feeling of warm flesh beneath his fingers. He glances at his hand, thanking anyone who will listen that it's only on the man's shoulder, and moves ever so slightly to try and figure out just how much of a mess he's in. His body heats as he realizes that he's got one of his guest's legs between his knees and shivers slightly as the movement causes a slight rubbing against his tail.

[i]'Well, [b]this[/b] is a fine mess you've gotten yourself in. . .'[/i] He scowls grumpily at himself, however, after a moment, he relaxes. [i]'We were asleep, he can't blame me, and, it's not like I was the only one who moved. We're like this, it's a fact, and fretting about it's just going to make us both uncomfortable. . .'[/i] Just as he begins thinking about being uncomfortable he realizes that being awake in this position is leading to some physical reactions he's rather not have to explain away. Wallowing, he decides it's time to face the music, before his instincts drive him to make an actual conscious mess that he's quite sure will drive his guest away.

 “Mister Aryx. . .Aryx. . .?” He calls softly, shaking the man's shoulder ever so slightly as his tail tightens and relaxes around Aryx's thigh. The sun is barely beginning to light the sky, but for Viltez, there's always something he can be doing, and right now, he feels like making breakfast for the both of them as a good distraction for his overwhelming joy at waking up next to someone so accepting and kind.