[they are, of course. most of fox is sweaty right now, but in a pleasant way. he has his lips pressed to mars's forehead, his legs tangled with mars', body still trembling from being overwhelmed by everything, by mars. he runs his hand up and down mars's back in a slow and steady motion, letting his claws gently stroke his skin here and there.

everything is quiet save for their breathing, the night sky above them twinkling gently]