i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
"Oh?" Ever's mind first interprets the Maverick's words as a simple statement of fact, before his newly acquired knowledge puts a slightly different spin on it. "Oh." Having at least some idea of what that was meant to mean thanks to Thorn's own skilled fingers, the aviator quietly clears his throat. It was difficult to both think and talk about sex without, you know, really thinking about it in a way which wasn't problematic.
"That's sort of how all of this makes me feel." Everest agrees, and though he misses the nuance in what the blonde is saying, he surprisingly does get the gist of it. "There's someone back home that I like, and even when I do orgasm and it feels good, it also feels different. But...maybe I'm still just doing things wrong." With a shrug, Ever continues to dutifully follow Danta along with his bag in hand and an expression of pure wonder and eagerness on his face.
Letting his gaze wander to where the man receiving oral was trying to carry on a conversation with the person next to him at the table as if there wasn't someone between his legs, the aviator pauses. If they liked to be watched then surely they wouldn't mind his gaze. Wanting to ask more questions about social sex, it was with a sharp inhale that Ever followed the Maverick's finger.
"He...food?!" Flushing, out of horror rather than arousal, Ever turned wide blue eyes toward the blonde as if expecting finger guns and a gotcha . "But what do strawberries have to do with it? Is there something in them? Some aphrodisiac, or..?"
"That's sort of how all of this makes me feel." Everest agrees, and though he misses the nuance in what the blonde is saying, he surprisingly does get the gist of it. "There's someone back home that I like, and even when I do orgasm and it feels good, it also feels different. But...maybe I'm still just doing things wrong." With a shrug, Ever continues to dutifully follow Danta along with his bag in hand and an expression of pure wonder and eagerness on his face.
Letting his gaze wander to where the man receiving oral was trying to carry on a conversation with the person next to him at the table as if there wasn't someone between his legs, the aviator pauses. If they liked to be watched then surely they wouldn't mind his gaze. Wanting to ask more questions about social sex, it was with a sharp inhale that Ever followed the Maverick's finger.
"He...food?!" Flushing, out of horror rather than arousal, Ever turned wide blue eyes toward the blonde as if expecting finger guns and a gotcha . "But what do strawberries have to do with it? Is there something in them? Some aphrodisiac, or..?"
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