[It's how Dylas has always dreamed of looking, too. He's always wished he could look a bit tougher, more muscular. Or maybe he just wishes he was stronger. He could relate if they stopped to talk about.
Instead, his stomach is already starting to tighten in that familiar way. He stands, because he doesn't want to get aroused sitting next to Waver. He wants to get aroused...in the same bed as Waver? And he feels pretty damn sinful for that thought, which sets his tail lashing something fierce. It starts to bump against Waver's leg with determination.]
Let's do something now. It's not why I came out here. But show me where you want to. Please?
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Instead, his stomach is already starting to tighten in that familiar way. He stands, because he doesn't want to get aroused sitting next to Waver. He wants to get aroused...in the same bed as Waver? And he feels pretty damn sinful for that thought, which sets his tail lashing something fierce. It starts to bump against Waver's leg with determination.]
Let's do something now. It's not why I came out here. But show me where you want to. Please?