Although the kitchen was still only half unpacked, Asher had clearly made his mark on the décor; a pair of ceramic teapots were resting on the kitchen counter along with a set of teacups, with a copper kettle still sitting on the hob and steaming gently from the earlier pot of tea.
“Never trust those electric kettles,” Asher said knowingly as he reached into the fridge and pulled out the bottle of lemonade. “A real, honest-to-goodness kettle is the only way to boil up a pot of tea.”
You nod along, also finding yourself preferring the old-fashioned way over certain modern so-called ‘conveniences’. Asher happily pours you a glass of the fizzy, sweet drink and passes it over to you, and you take a deep gulp of the lemonade, enjoying a cool drink after busying yourself helping your boyfriend move in that day. It sticks in your fuzzy whiskers, and you absentmindedly reach into the breast pocket of your blazer and remove a silk handkerchief, which you use to daub lightly at your muzzle.
Asher just grins and watches you with adoration in his black eyes, admiring your handsome black and white fur, carefully coiffed hair, and the broad, stocky shape of your body. You feel a blush rising beneath your fur at his stare, wondering why he seems so oddly proud of your appearance. It’s how you always look, isn’t it?
“Such a handsome badger… A right proper gentleman,” Asher sighs dreamily as you delicately nibble at a few of the delicious shortbread biscuits on a nearby plate. Your eyes widen at the flavour, which seems so intense on your tongue despite just being simple vanilla-flavoured biscuits. Before you know it, you’ve already ‘nibbled’ at nearly a half-dozen of the delicious morsels and washed them down with two glasses of lemonade.
“Oh, heavens. Pardon my appetite…” you apologize profusely, while Asher just smiles and leans over to kiss your muzzle once again, playfully licking the crumbs from your whiskers before you can even wipe them away.
“No, a proper British badger has a healthy appetite,” Asher laughs as he nuzzles the fur on your neck. He reaches down with one of his paws and begins to rub the front of your belly, patting the soft, thick fur covering your stomach. But as he gently strokes you with his paw, you feel your dress shirt tighten and the buttons strain slightly. “A healthy appetite and a nice, round belly…”
“I-I suppose I have put on a few kilos since my schoolboy days, haven’t I?” you reply sheepishly. In your mind, you see an image flash by, of a thin and handsome young badger in a freshly-pressed boarding school uniform and holding hands with another badger that looked just like Asher.
“Mmm, more than a few. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, Benjamin,” Asher said happily, his paw drifting further south to stroke the inside of your furry legs through your trousers. “Say, after our little snack, why don’t you and I-”
You hear the sounds of claws against wood floor and Asher quickly pulls his paw away, and both of you blush furiously under your fur as Felix saunters into the kitchen and pulls a beer out of the fridge. If you can call that watery stuff ‘beer’. I’ve had cups of tea stronger, you sniff dismissively as Felix cracks the can and sips while looking you over with an amused look on the big American badger's face.
“A shame, I woulda liked to have gotten to him first. Bad enough havin’ one of you prissy tea-sippers around, let alone two,” Felix growls teasingly, while Asher just smirks, clearly used to his uncle's manner (or rather, lack of manners).
“Should have moved faster then, old fellow. There’s plenty more fish in the sea, though…” Asher replies airily, turning his snout up with a huff at his uncle’s comment. Without thinking, you imitate your boyfriend’s gesture identically, letting out a derisive snort of indignation (though you aren’t quite sure why, nor are you entirely sure what Asher and Felix were talking about).
Suddenly, the sound of a tolling bell rings out throughout the kitchen, and you spot a clock in the shape of Big Ben resting on a nearby table (clearly another of Asher’s possessions, or else an attempt by Felix to make his nephew feel more at home).
“Oh, my. It is getting rather late, isn’t it? And I still haven’t finished unpacking my bedroom,” Asher sighs as he drinks the last of his lemonade. “It would be just so boorish to sleep on the couch…”
“Speak for yourself, boy,” Felix grunts, earning another huff of derision from his posh young nephew.
“...As I said, it simply will not do,” Asher says before turning to you. “Perhaps I could stay the night at your place, Benjamin?”
He leans in close, his breath tickling the fur on your ears as he whispers as quietly as he could. “...It could give us a bit of privacy, if you take my meaning…”
You blush from the end of your tail to the tips of your ears, sweating profusely under your blazer and fur. Nervously, you take your silk handkerchief and wipe your brow before replying, “W-well, I suppose it is a proper badger’s duty to help his friends, isn’t it...”