Sure, if you don't mind. [ He says it a little reflexively, himself relaxed and pliant to suggestions. Logically it makes sense—there's still the matter of figuring out how to fix his own clothes enough that he can get home too. A minor detail he manages to keep in the back of his mind as he continues to work Aether's scalp.
Between that heady smell rising in the steam and his own close contact with Aether he notices the discomfort. His own chub hasn't simmered and the combination of pheromones and seeing Aether's nude body and how the suds wash over his wet skin has most blood slowly pooling in it again. It's impossible to hide it anymore and he starts to suspect Aether may well be feeling much the same. ]
Hey um... what you offered earlier— I could also...
[ He thought he could have resisted a bit longer but no such luck. He steps a little closer. ]
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Between that heady smell rising in the steam and his own close contact with Aether he notices the discomfort. His own chub hasn't simmered and the combination of pheromones and seeing Aether's nude body and how the suds wash over his wet skin has most blood slowly pooling in it again. It's impossible to hide it anymore and he starts to suspect Aether may well be feeling much the same. ]
Hey um... what you offered earlier— I could also...
[ He thought he could have resisted a bit longer but no such luck. He steps a little closer. ]