i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
"Really?" The corners of Ever's mouth Kombucha Girl as he weighs this new bit of information. Indeed it is daunting, and for a moment his expression falls slightly before the prospect of always bettering himself had his smile growing quite crooked if only because of how he attempted to stifle it. "Huh." He hums, sounding pleased.
Turning his attention firmly to the Maverick's experiences, rather than playing his cards, the aviator seems equipped only with a handful of marbles. Still, he is keen, if nothing else. "Is that so? Like what?" Assuming what Danta had meant was sex, Ever decided to clarify just in case.
"How do you know when you want to be one, rather than the other?" Maybe Everest wasn't a top, but merely hadn't found someone that he wanted to be topped by? Gods. Maybe he'd learned less than he'd thought.
Shaking the Maverick's hand firmly—while also trying to be careful not to press his ringed-fingers together too tightly—the aviator sighed heavily as he took a much healthier third tip of his drink, nearly finishing it off. "Well, I'd still like to learn how to last longer, but that might just come with time since everything is so new." He explains with a small shrug. "I don't think I would like roleplaying very much, but I would like to maybe try...I don't know, using things?" Ignorance had the aviator frowning softly as he lauged at himself. "But I don't know what sorts of things people normally use aside from, you know, handcuffs or something."
Turning his attention firmly to the Maverick's experiences, rather than playing his cards, the aviator seems equipped only with a handful of marbles. Still, he is keen, if nothing else. "Is that so? Like what?" Assuming what Danta had meant was sex, Ever decided to clarify just in case.
"How do you know when you want to be one, rather than the other?" Maybe Everest wasn't a top, but merely hadn't found someone that he wanted to be topped by? Gods. Maybe he'd learned less than he'd thought.
Shaking the Maverick's hand firmly—while also trying to be careful not to press his ringed-fingers together too tightly—the aviator sighed heavily as he took a much healthier third tip of his drink, nearly finishing it off. "Well, I'd still like to learn how to last longer, but that might just come with time since everything is so new." He explains with a small shrug. "I don't think I would like roleplaying very much, but I would like to maybe try...I don't know, using things?" Ignorance had the aviator frowning softly as he lauged at himself. "But I don't know what sorts of things people normally use aside from, you know, handcuffs or something."
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