Everest
"Like a sushi." Ever agrees, still petting the wall with a fingertip but keeping his hips awkwardly reclined so that his erection wouldn't touch more than it had to. "Does that make me the fish, or the rice?" He wonders, unclear if the blanket was the seaweed or not.
Sitting down on the sofa, looking strangely childlike save for his boner, Ever lets himself be undressed, howling only once as his arm is moved. "Tidy Heidi Ho.' He signs, looking from the head of his penis pointed up at him, and then to the blood-stained bandages, still trying to mentally see if it would fit. He really did think it would, though now that it wasn't covered in a layer of cloth, Ever wasn't so sure the pinkish skin was as absorbent as he'd originally thought. Leaning his shoulder forward (ow), Ever takes his penis in one hand and begins to tip. There's a momentary conflict between the pain from his wound and the pleasure of touching himself that short circuits his brain, and from the other room Mateo will hear a crash as Ever falls off the couch.
Sitting down on the sofa, looking strangely childlike save for his boner, Ever lets himself be undressed, howling only once as his arm is moved. "Tidy Heidi Ho.' He signs, looking from the head of his penis pointed up at him, and then to the blood-stained bandages, still trying to mentally see if it would fit. He really did think it would, though now that it wasn't covered in a layer of cloth, Ever wasn't so sure the pinkish skin was as absorbent as he'd originally thought. Leaning his shoulder forward (ow), Ever takes his penis in one hand and begins to tip. There's a momentary conflict between the pain from his wound and the pleasure of touching himself that short circuits his brain, and from the other room Mateo will hear a crash as Ever falls off the couch.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
