[Zel breathes out a self-conscious kind of laugh, catching a bunch of the tunic in a fist as he leans against the wall and looks down, feeling a fresh, hot flutter in him. he's already attracted to Emery, but seeing him on his knees makes him feel some kind of way. double that with the effortlessness of his instruction and control, and there's no real resisting. is that fairy magic? or...]
This sort of thing...makes you happy?
[maybe that's a weird thing to ask at this junction, after such time, but hey.]
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This sort of thing...makes you happy?
[maybe that's a weird thing to ask at this junction, after such time, but hey.]
Or is this just about me...