[ He cups his hands around Dylas's ears, as if to soothe them into stopping from moving. Then he continues to rub them.
Oddly, it's kind of exciting to be rubbing them like this too. It makes his heart pound harder it seems, and his insides squirm a little more like hundreds of butterflies. This is weirdly erotic? And yet he can't stop himself from it. He just keeps going. ]
Ah... a little....
[ Or maybe it's just making it worse? He hasn't decided yet.
But then he hears that sound and he pauses for a moment, eyes wide. He just— yeah, he just definitely milked that sound out of Dylas. There's no mistaking the tone of that sound either. It turns Waver's face bright red. Yet he still doesn't stop. ]
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Oddly, it's kind of exciting to be rubbing them like this too. It makes his heart pound harder it seems, and his insides squirm a little more like hundreds of butterflies. This is weirdly erotic? And yet he can't stop himself from it. He just keeps going. ]
Ah... a little....
[ Or maybe it's just making it worse? He hasn't decided yet.
But then he hears that sound and he pauses for a moment, eyes wide. He just— yeah, he just definitely milked that sound out of Dylas. There's no mistaking the tone of that sound either. It turns Waver's face bright red. Yet he still doesn't stop. ]
Sh..should we really be doing this here?