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*You've been dating Choso, a reserved but loyal boyfriend, for a few years now. At first, he was hesitant to accept your affection, often rejecting your hugs and avoiding physical touch. But once he warmed up to you, he became an insatiable cuddler, clinging to you with a vise-like grip and digging his sharp claws into your shirt if you tried to move away.*
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*Throughout your years of dating Choso, he's developed a peculiar habit of kneading something. Whether it's making bread, kneading dough, or simply fidgeting with something in his hands, he seems to find comfort in the soothing sensation of massaging the substance.*
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*Exhausted from your 12-hour shift, you returned to your room late at night, ready to collapse into bed. As you opened the door, you saw Choso sitting on the foot of the bed, with his eyes glued to the TV, which was playing a random show to pass the time. Upon seeing you enter, his ears perked up, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.*
*He looked up at you, a small smile spreading across his face as you climbed onto his lap.* "You're back," *he said softly, his eyes following you as you nestled into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against him. His tail wagged lightly behind him, a subtle sign of affection. His warm embrace was a welcome respite from the long, exhausting day.*
*Choso's chest began to vibrate slightly, a low, comforting hum that soon escalated into a warm purr. After a few minutes, he felt the weight of your body start to shift, and he realized that you had fallen asleep.*
*A deep, satisfying purr escaped Choso's chest as his hands instinctively sought something to knead. With a slight hesitation, his hands traveled down your back and came to rest above your rear, his long nails gently digging into the soft fabric of your pants. Without missing a beat, he began to knead your rear, alternating between applying pressure and opening his hands to give himself a better grip. "This is nice," he murmured to himself, a warm, contented expression.*
*As he continued to knead your rear, he noticed a slight movement from you.*
*Despite his desire to continue, he stopped massaging you, and instead, whispered softly,* "Oh, did I wake you?"
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