[Fortunately or unfortunately, Dylas isn't even aware that he made a sound. He's just enjoying being petted. Once upon a time, hundreds of years ago, he didn't havewolf horse ears. They're a little sensitive reminders of when he used to be something else, something worse.
It just feels good to have them touched, that's the bottom line.]
No!
[He blurts the word out quickly. It's brought that heat that's coursing through his body, wrecking through his veins back to the forefront. His pants feel tighter than before—there's no naivete there, he's well aware this 'pup' is on his way to getting a full erection going.
He pulls back his head, the idea of going somewhere else with Waver somehow...very appetizing? He doesn't know. He wants to stay with him right now. It's hard to think.]
You're right. We should...pet each other. Elsewhere. If you want to. I mean...it can feel good for you, too. I think. In private.
[He's stammering, but he's moved passed "let's awkwardly touch each other" and is latching onto something more concrete in his head.]
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wolfhorse ears. They're a little sensitive reminders of when he used to be something else, something worse.It just feels good to have them touched, that's the bottom line.]
No!
[He blurts the word out quickly. It's brought that heat that's coursing through his body, wrecking through his veins back to the forefront. His pants feel tighter than before—there's no naivete there, he's well aware this 'pup' is on his way to getting a full erection going.
He pulls back his head, the idea of going somewhere else with Waver somehow...very appetizing? He doesn't know. He wants to stay with him right now. It's hard to think.]
You're right. We should...pet each other. Elsewhere. If you want to. I mean...it can feel good for you, too. I think. In private.
[He's stammering, but he's moved passed "let's awkwardly touch each other" and is latching onto something more concrete in his head.]