Azwel goes quiet, thinking. He'd been told for as long as he can remember that the tailless ones always wanted something from his people. It's why he'd decided to always get there, first. And yet, now, this one is being so... kind. He knows their ways and yet he can't find any guile in what he's hearing.
This Vash fellow really believes what he's saying.
So it makes Azwel stop and really ponder whether he wants to fuck or not. There's always a low-level desire there, sitting in the back of his mind, watchful and heated. And yet he hasn't completely recovered from that dizziness. Oh, but Vash is so intriguing... but he's weary....
He eases his hand away from the other's arm. "You're not like the others," he says. "You're... kind. It's not something I'm used to. It's... it's good, though." His tail relaxes somewhat, slipping from around him. "But I won't lie, I... need to be touched. Like all of my people do."
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Date: 2019-07-27 11:38 am (UTC)This Vash fellow really believes what he's saying.
So it makes Azwel stop and really ponder whether he wants to fuck or not. There's always a low-level desire there, sitting in the back of his mind, watchful and heated. And yet he hasn't completely recovered from that dizziness. Oh, but Vash is so intriguing... but he's weary....
He eases his hand away from the other's arm. "You're not like the others," he says. "You're... kind. It's not something I'm used to. It's... it's good, though." His tail relaxes somewhat, slipping from around him. "But I won't lie, I... need to be touched. Like all of my people do."