Mateo
Resisting the urge to close his eyes, if only because his prior memory of Frey is so vivid that he can feel the pulse of arousal low in his belly before the deity even properly arrives, Mateo forces himself to inhale a slow, calm breath to feel the whisper of honey tipped fingers upon his skin. His body stirs to life against the touch, his head wanting to turn, his lips wanting to taste, and the tickle of sensation upon his palm has his fingers flinching automatically.
"Glad to hear it," he murmurs, his voice thick as if he'd been drinking from the jug of cream just before making his petition.
With his head guided up under the coaxing of the deity's hand, he drowns in those bright eyes for a heartbeat or two until he realises the question he's been asked, clearing his throad before offering any sort of response. "It was all quite unsexy, I am sorry to report," he says, unable to imagine how tongue-tied he'd be if he did have to describe Everest having an orgasm.
"Physically, Ever always seemed better in a shift rather than as himself. Which... is not that surprising, from what I know of him. Physical activity did seem to help him to find some peace either way. And I tried something repetitive and easy that would keep his mind busy, but that seemed to make him physically tense?" Blinking and shaking his head, evidently his friends reactions have been an enigma to him throughout all of this, but then that's precisely why he's come to Frey in the first place.
"I was able to help him though, I think, when things were overwhelming. Recognising the things that would be triggering, offering a familiar place to sit and get through it. I know not many people understand the way he is, but he deserves to be happy more than almost anybody else I know."
"Glad to hear it," he murmurs, his voice thick as if he'd been drinking from the jug of cream just before making his petition.
With his head guided up under the coaxing of the deity's hand, he drowns in those bright eyes for a heartbeat or two until he realises the question he's been asked, clearing his throad before offering any sort of response. "It was all quite unsexy, I am sorry to report," he says, unable to imagine how tongue-tied he'd be if he did have to describe Everest having an orgasm.
"Physically, Ever always seemed better in a shift rather than as himself. Which... is not that surprising, from what I know of him. Physical activity did seem to help him to find some peace either way. And I tried something repetitive and easy that would keep his mind busy, but that seemed to make him physically tense?" Blinking and shaking his head, evidently his friends reactions have been an enigma to him throughout all of this, but then that's precisely why he's come to Frey in the first place.
"I was able to help him though, I think, when things were overwhelming. Recognising the things that would be triggering, offering a familiar place to sit and get through it. I know not many people understand the way he is, but he deserves to be happy more than almost anybody else I know."
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
