Oh, n-no it's not— I know I would like... it would feel good, ah—
[ He stammers and mutters. It's completely illogical, especially in the face of everything they just went through, but perhaps it's exactly because not long ago they were being railed by horny plants and covered in sticky gobs of aphrodisiacal laden nectar and how he felt Aether get stretched and filled on top of him that the offer for something more human and intimate and tender is flustering him so much. And the more Bricks is flustered the more blood damningly flows between his legs, his body still chemically primed to cater to whatever residual arousal is there.
He takes the distraction and runs with it head first, answering a little too eagerly to keep his composure. ]
Yes! [ A little quieter. ] I mean yes of course, I understand what it's like. I'll gladly help.
[ His hair is not nearly as long, falling just past his shoulders in crimped and curly ends as he decides to undo his pony tail and gives it a quick tussle. Unkempt as it seems it's shiny and healthy, well cared for between luxury, privilege, and his own ceaseless attention to detail/neuroticism. There are portions that stick together from wayward gobs of nectar which he frowns at as he pulls his hand back, feeling it between his fingers. He'll leave the eyepatch on for now, having honestly forgotten about it as he laughs softly, maybe a little awkwardly. ]
We'll help each other. [ He ventures into the bathroom but idles in front of the shower, trying to mind his house guest manners... but is also immediately distracted by any available selection of toiletries and sundries as he runs his fingers over the bottles. ]
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[ He stammers and mutters. It's completely illogical, especially in the face of everything they just went through, but perhaps it's exactly because not long ago they were being railed by horny plants and covered in sticky gobs of aphrodisiacal laden nectar and how he felt Aether get stretched and filled on top of him that the offer for something more human and intimate and tender is flustering him so much. And the more Bricks is flustered the more blood damningly flows between his legs, his body still chemically primed to cater to whatever residual arousal is there.
He takes the distraction and runs with it head first, answering a little too eagerly to keep his composure. ]
Yes! [ A little quieter. ] I mean yes of course, I understand what it's like. I'll gladly help.
[ His hair is not nearly as long, falling just past his shoulders in crimped and curly ends as he decides to undo his pony tail and gives it a quick tussle. Unkempt as it seems it's shiny and healthy, well cared for between luxury, privilege, and his own ceaseless attention to detail/neuroticism. There are portions that stick together from wayward gobs of nectar which he frowns at as he pulls his hand back, feeling it between his fingers. He'll leave the eyepatch on for now, having honestly forgotten about it as he laughs softly, maybe a little awkwardly. ]
We'll help each other. [ He ventures into the bathroom but idles in front of the shower, trying to mind his house guest manners... but is also immediately distracted by any available selection of toiletries and sundries as he runs his fingers over the bottles. ]