[his face flushes at the compliment, and it's hard to not preen just to vent that tickling feeling mingling with his lingering arousal. as inconvenient an ache as it is, there's something satisfying about it.
he leans against the wall opposite, arms folded, and watches Emery dress, replaying a few choice sounds in his head that do not really help cool off.
his first thought is to stay behind, feign a nap, and take care of this. but he doesn't want to be far from Emery, even on a confined vessel. so he pushes off the wall.]
When you're ready. [he can suffer the yearning, he figures.]
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he leans against the wall opposite, arms folded, and watches Emery dress, replaying a few choice sounds in his head that do not really help cool off.
his first thought is to stay behind, feign a nap, and take care of this. but he doesn't want to be far from Emery, even on a confined vessel. so he pushes off the wall.]
When you're ready. [he can suffer the yearning, he figures.]