[He can feel Konoha's eyes on him, her gaze pressing into his skin with the same weight and heat as touch, as she says you should have let me. For a wild breath of a moment, his imagination runs unimpeded by reason, chasing after what she could mean. He remembers her palm pressed to the front of his trousers, fingers teasing his cock through the fabric, breath puffing hot against his hair. A stab of desire jolts through him.
Much like when one missteps and turns his ankle, and so proceeds with heightened care thereafter, this sudden jolt is also what returns Nikolai to his senses. Of course Konoha must be referring to how she'd offered to deliver his shirt to his house. Only...calming his imagination is well and good, but his body has already gone and bucked his cool control. Not a full mast situation, mind you, but noticeable given his, ah, generous endowment.
Right, he should...sit down. He's lingered too long at her side now, hand idly leaning on the edge of the table. With great care Nikolai takes his seat at the adjacent side of the table, attempting (in vain) to arrange himself in such a way that his burgeoning arousal isn't so obvious. To answer her, he renews his grin.]
Let's just say I've had to get creative this week.
[If his hostess has given ribald comments her blessing, then so be it. Speaking of anatomical challenges...he considers her over another bite of pheasant. Konoha would have a difficult time with a human lover, wouldn't she? It's not that this realization hasn't ever struck him before, but at this moment it feels particularly sharp. It must be a deep kind of loneliness, being the only of her kind here. She has her centaur housemate, but—]
You must know something about that, though...?
[Even as he says it, he isn't sure if he's joking or flirting or...what. A protective urge seizes him. He recognizes it as the dragon's instincts, but that doesn't make it any easier to tamp down.]
getting nsfw? get out while you can
Much like when one missteps and turns his ankle, and so proceeds with heightened care thereafter, this sudden jolt is also what returns Nikolai to his senses. Of course Konoha must be referring to how she'd offered to deliver his shirt to his house. Only...calming his imagination is well and good, but his body has already gone and bucked his cool control. Not a full mast situation, mind you, but noticeable given his, ah, generous endowment.
Right, he should...sit down. He's lingered too long at her side now, hand idly leaning on the edge of the table. With great care Nikolai takes his seat at the adjacent side of the table, attempting (in vain) to arrange himself in such a way that his burgeoning arousal isn't so obvious. To answer her, he renews his grin.]
Let's just say I've had to get creative this week.
[If his hostess has given ribald comments her blessing, then so be it. Speaking of anatomical challenges...he considers her over another bite of pheasant. Konoha would have a difficult time with a human lover, wouldn't she? It's not that this realization hasn't ever struck him before, but at this moment it feels particularly sharp. It must be a deep kind of loneliness, being the only of her kind here. She has her centaur housemate, but—]
You must know something about that, though...?
[Even as he says it, he isn't sure if he's joking or flirting or...what. A protective urge seizes him. He recognizes it as the dragon's instincts, but that doesn't make it any easier to tamp down.]