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[faeshim]

Not a dilemma...no, just a curiosity. I've been horny for two days now. In the past, I have always returned to normal within hours. But...these things last longer here, don't they?

And I know that some of you are in similar states right now, I've seen it with my own eyes. How well do you deal with it, if you were never horny before?

And what do you do when you keep poking holes through your own clothing? I don't know how to sew...

[the thing is...he's actually talking about the baby antlers on his head, making him "horny" for all to see. but. ah well.]

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[faeshim]

If they doubt it, I can show them that it's not.

[privatechat]

You can't just show people your dick.

[faeshim]

[it's that 'can't' word that always throws him.]

But I can.

[privatechat]

You shouldn't.

[faeshim]

...But I shouldn't.

[daeshim slides his sharp gaze away. yes, that one little word changes everything.]

[privatechat]

You can show me, though. You should always show me.

[faeshim]

You of all should know that it isn't pointy.

[there's a slight smile on his lips though.]

[privatechat]

I know. I do like when it pokes me though.

[faeshim]

i do believe i have scratches from the last time i [what was that term that he learned? oh right.] railed you.

so you must have enjoyed it.

[privatechat]

[ a laugh bubbles up again and it’s cute and funny and kind of sexy at the same time. ]

I did. Do you enjoy the scratches when you rail me?

[ God he can’t stop smiling. ]

random switch to text, why brain

[faeshim]

[happiness looks good on him. daeshim can't help but take a closer look.]

Very much. It's now my wish to be covered in them.

Re: random switch to text, why brain

[privatechat]

Covered? That might be excessive.

[faeshim]

If I'm covered in scratches, you'll take me to the shower again. I'm sure of it.

[privatechat]

I don’t need to cover you in scratches to shower with you.

[faeshim]

Hmm...it's true. There are nicer things you can cover me with anyway.

[privatechat]

Hm. Are you sure you like the scratches?

[faeshim]

I do. I cannot lie. And to you, I wouldn't want to.

[privatechat]

Good. What do you like more than the scratches?

[faeshim]

[daeshim tilts his head, but it doesn't take him long to decide.]

The sounds that you make. The low moans and the louder ones. The way you say my name, sometimes whispered like a prayer, other times broken on your tongue.

[privatechat]

[ Lennon's patient.

And it's worth the wait. it's that thing again where all Daeshim says is the truth but it is so unbearably arousing to him.

He lets out a soft sound, biting his lip. ]

Daeshim.

[ He's not trying to be sexy or anything but he still sighs out the other's name. ]

[faeshim]

...There is more.

[the taste of him, the way his skin gets flushed, the only shade of red that daeshim likes.

he smiles a little and slides his gaze to the side.]

But I think I'll keep them my secrets for now.

[privatechat]

I’ll allow it.

[ Lennon smiles and then bites his lips. ]

I think you already know but I like them. Your horns. They’re way cooler than my ears and tails and fangs…

[faeshim]

[yeah, he's putting his face all up in this tiny screen.]

You are soft and adorable. But you hurt your lips chewing on them the way you do.

[privatechat]

[ Stupid. Cute. Fae. ]

I can't help it... it's a habit.

[faeshim]

You'll never break a habit. You can only replace it with a new one.

[he snaps his fingers suddenly.]

You must kiss me instead.