[He starts to bite an insult their way, but Henry moans and comes before he can, and for a moment, his own cheeks flush at the way they do, the look on their face... Thankfully Henry pauses, and Zaheer's able to catch his breath, closing his eyes as his long hair flutters over his shoulders. It sticks to his face and his back, sliding and pooling around his hips, thankfully out of the way of Henry's path. Tired wings just flutter closed, helping Zaheer relax.
He'd be lying if the hormones charging through his body wasn't making his mind a little foggy. He hadn't gone soft the first time, and while he had this time, he was getting worked up again easily. Curse of the Owlings, he supposed.]
I d... dearly hope that's not the rate you ex... expect from me. [He speaks between breaths, face flushed from exertion as well as embarrassment.]
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[He starts to bite an insult their way, but Henry moans and comes before he can, and for a moment, his own cheeks flush at the way they do, the look on their face... Thankfully Henry pauses, and Zaheer's able to catch his breath, closing his eyes as his long hair flutters over his shoulders. It sticks to his face and his back, sliding and pooling around his hips, thankfully out of the way of Henry's path. Tired wings just flutter closed, helping Zaheer relax.
He'd be lying if the hormones charging through his body wasn't making his mind a little foggy. He hadn't gone soft the first time, and while he had this time, he was getting worked up again easily. Curse of the Owlings, he supposed.]
I d... dearly hope that's not the rate you ex... expect from me. [He speaks between breaths, face flushed from exertion as well as embarrassment.]