Koa
There's an art to life's distractions
"I've experienced a few," Koa replies with a playful wince, remembering some of the particularly pungent bruise salves Mateo had attempted to slather him with. He's relieved they seem to have found safe ground, their respective relationships with the Taliesin scion a critical bridge over sordid history.
The aroma of her perfume is sweet and alluring, mixing with ambient salt and obligate sweat to create a heady summer mix. Koa gets a whiff of it as he skims around her, heat rising unbidden in his cheeks and belly. And when those piercing eyes drift from his crotch to the fruit he wields, well. Affecting a thoughtful expression, he raises the banana for further inspection. "You're right. This is definitely too small to be an accurate representation." Which, honestly? Not a lie.
"Ah, well. Don't let me stop you." Koa raises up his hands, each one still holding a suggestive fruit. "Would you like some privacy? Or someone to stand guard? Wouldn't want you to be caught in a compromising situation- unless you're looking for an audience, of course."
The aroma of her perfume is sweet and alluring, mixing with ambient salt and obligate sweat to create a heady summer mix. Koa gets a whiff of it as he skims around her, heat rising unbidden in his cheeks and belly. And when those piercing eyes drift from his crotch to the fruit he wields, well. Affecting a thoughtful expression, he raises the banana for further inspection. "You're right. This is definitely too small to be an accurate representation." Which, honestly? Not a lie.
"Ah, well. Don't let me stop you." Koa raises up his hands, each one still holding a suggestive fruit. "Would you like some privacy? Or someone to stand guard? Wouldn't want you to be caught in a compromising situation- unless you're looking for an audience, of course."
To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through
