[alkjshfa Ok that's a scary as hell "normal" right there, omg. So we are here in Edinburgh now! We went on a walking tour of the Blair Street underground vaults last night which was really something. We're going to be fighting the rain for the rest of the trip, but we shall persevere. That's an amazing coincidence about your LARP! What's the story you're running there? Is it contemporary Edinburgh, a historical version, a focus on particular parts of town? Allow me to be your on-the-ground photographer! I shall take all the pictures I can manage! :D ]
“Yes,” Aurus teased back, “the absolute worst. I’m an terrible influence, clearly. Completely not to be trusted.” He was smiling like the cat that got the canary.
That didn’t make him take Charles’ question any less thoughtfully though, or stop him from considering the complexities of what was being asked. “Hm. Under normal circumstances the effect would show in only the most subtle of ways—an ache to echo the memory of a pain where a dreamed injury left no mark. But,” he leaned in so that his breath would warm the shell of Charles' ear as his spoke, his voice low and private like the slow drip of honey, “if it’s arousal you’re wondering about, I have had sex in the Dream before, and I’ve awoken sometimes to find my pleasure wet across my thighs and others to find myself still achingly hard and waiting for release.”
Far from being embarrassed or ashamed of this, Aurus was completely unabashed, more than willing to open the path of pleasures yet to come. Actually, he was curious to see what Charles might make of this little bit of dirty talk.
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“Yes,” Aurus teased back, “the absolute worst. I’m an terrible influence, clearly. Completely not to be trusted.” He was smiling like the cat that got the canary.
That didn’t make him take Charles’ question any less thoughtfully though, or stop him from considering the complexities of what was being asked. “Hm. Under normal circumstances the effect would show in only the most subtle of ways—an ache to echo the memory of a pain where a dreamed injury left no mark. But,” he leaned in so that his breath would warm the shell of Charles' ear as his spoke, his voice low and private like the slow drip of honey, “if it’s arousal you’re wondering about, I have had sex in the Dream before, and I’ve awoken sometimes to find my pleasure wet across my thighs and others to find myself still achingly hard and waiting for release.”
Far from being embarrassed or ashamed of this, Aurus was completely unabashed, more than willing to open the path of pleasures yet to come. Actually, he was curious to see what Charles might make of this little bit of dirty talk.