As one might square up to a sex organ for the first time, filled with thoughts of how and what they were meant to do, guided by the times they'd imagined themselves in precisely this situation, Frey lets Sunjata dive in at his own leisure. It was a big deal to try and convince a god of anything, and relaxed as they were, Frey wasn't going to rush the Flood.
"Where?" They wonder, lifting one of their hands to rub lazily against their nipple—the sensation of which Sunjata would feel against his own body.
"Where?" They wonder, lifting one of their hands to rub lazily against their nipple—the sensation of which Sunjata would feel against his own body.
