1.2 - Under Electric Moon
The mouse flushed, tugging at his own whiskers, unconsciously grooming them with his paws (licking his paws with his tongue, and then swiping at his whiskers). an animal habit. "i always thought that was adorable ... " the mouse stopped. blushing.
Adorned
His whiskers tangling with hers in that dainty, brushing way. that lovely way. there were few feelings more simple and pure than your whiskers brushing your mate's. was there anything? seriously? his whiskers. hers. his twitching. hers not.
Cheese Tariffs
Her whiskers gave a singular twitch. "but that doesn't mean they won't bat ya 'round. they don't need a reason, y'know." "i know all o' that, an' i why i'm here," deering replied, in a soft, delicate voice, whiskers still twitching.
Royal Gala
Their whiskers. tangling. and he kissed at ... at. the corners. of her whiskered maw. her head beginning to drift ... ... and, soon, he was nibbling at her neck.
TLoS: After the war (Chapter 2)
Spyro said, as he returned to watch boltwire, who charged his antenna like whiskers. the air around the whiskers began to crackle, and there was some small lightning visible and the tip of the whiskers began to glow bright.
Letters from Akira: Blue Shift
Another brush of whiskers she's back to the dials. the motors bark and lurch. the barrel settles out west, just over the mountains.
A Folded Bird
whiskers twitching. "why?" "i was just concerned. i should have gone with you." "you had to study," he said, biting his lip. his tail snaked silently. "i didn't wanna stop you.
The Murdered Sun
His whiskers twitched ferociously. "one of them did this. i know they did." jinx looked to the foxes.
Chiaroscuro
Ollie whisker-twitched a bit, scanning engineering with his eyes.
Quiet Exceptions
His whiskers twitched, twitched, nose flaring with hers, and his whiskers tickled and brushed her in the softest of ways. as their wet, hot lips pressed, pressed, parting. sucking. kissing.
Fixers
Lips-to-lips, eyes closing, noses flaring, and whiskers brushing. an every-motion kind of kiss, the kind that flung stimuli to your farthest and most foreign of nerves. oh, it made you tingle.
Fruitful
A shiver, whisker twitching. "oh ... " he was in. he was peeking, poking in. the tip of his five-inch, circumcised mouse-hood. it was in, and he sank further. his hips moving. like a knife through butter.