He can feel spittle gathering in the corners of his lips. It's almost too much to bear, that pressure accompanying the pleasure as another finger is added. He tucks his chin against his chest, gritting his sharp teeth, feeling them gnash against one another while he tries not to accidentally bite his own tongue or his bottom lip. It's agonizing. To be fucked by those fingers that'll be eventually clicking on a mouse or tapping keys while they prepare for another long night. But this one will be different and longer than most and he's just. He's trying to enjoy it and the way that his body shudders and shakes, he really is. It's just difficult to admit regardless, the way he's dripping.
"N-n-not like this!" He gasps out loud, blinking furiously through his ears. "But I take care of myself just so I'm n-not... you know, getting pent up!"
Just like any other guy. Idia's mind never went towards sex or romance or any of that stuff. He had games that'd occupy those spaces instead. Hormones? Testosterone? No, that's all pretty much fuel for the curse, though he did figure he'd eventually have to worry about those things too. Still.
"And what, you spend all your time thinking about doing this? You're so... perverted!"
Yet that's not keeping Idia from doing anything but letting himself ride this out. He doesn't want the fae to stop.
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"N-n-not like this!" He gasps out loud, blinking furiously through his ears. "But I take care of myself just so I'm n-not... you know, getting pent up!"
Just like any other guy. Idia's mind never went towards sex or romance or any of that stuff. He had games that'd occupy those spaces instead. Hormones? Testosterone? No, that's all pretty much fuel for the curse, though he did figure he'd eventually have to worry about those things too. Still.
"And what, you spend all your time thinking about doing this? You're so... perverted!"
Yet that's not keeping Idia from doing anything but letting himself ride this out. He doesn't want the fae to stop.