{ where would he be without his ability to use words to his advantage? and it's rather easy to use them to his advantage with someone who he knows wholeheartedly.
he exhales slowly as hands roam over his skin, lets his eyes flutter between staying open and closing as it's particularly nice with the extra mechanic of touch in this world. his head tilts to the side when his knees are pulled together, and even he's thinking a little slower as it's only just before it happens that he realises what he plans to do. since he wants to be helpful, he'll tense his thighs too, trying to keep them pushed tight together.
and really, he's so very pleased that he's being more forceful now. he can't quite get the full feeling of it on his side, but there's enough that if he reaches down with his hand he can sort the rest out for himself as well. the fact that he got what he wanted though, and that thoma followed that instruction to show him, has his mouth moving before he can stop himself. his voice is hitched when he speaks, sharp and breathless, and his other hand twists to grip at the blankets that are undoubtfully half hanging off the bed by now. } Good boy.
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Date: 2023-03-30 08:58 pm (UTC)he exhales slowly as hands roam over his skin, lets his eyes flutter between staying open and closing as it's particularly nice with the extra mechanic of touch in this world. his head tilts to the side when his knees are pulled together, and even he's thinking a little slower as it's only just before it happens that he realises what he plans to do. since he wants to be helpful, he'll tense his thighs too, trying to keep them pushed tight together.
and really, he's so very pleased that he's being more forceful now. he can't quite get the full feeling of it on his side, but there's enough that if he reaches down with his hand he can sort the rest out for himself as well. the fact that he got what he wanted though, and that thoma followed that instruction to show him, has his mouth moving before he can stop himself. his voice is hitched when he speaks, sharp and breathless, and his other hand twists to grip at the blankets that are undoubtfully half hanging off the bed by now. } Good boy.