As Sunjata tries to rise to his feet, Frey takes their erection in their hands and gives it an experimental tug, hoping to send the Flood back to his knees (where he belonged). Lazily rolling the tip of their thumb against the head of their cock, the deity hums; the buzzing of which Sunjata would feel echoing through his bones.
"My but you're a horny one. Why not just live in the Grounds? Oh right, the ascended." Alas, Sunjata's ascended-conundrum did not interest Frey. Better leave that to Safrin to agonize over.
"But fine." They agree, beginning to touch themselves in earnest now. "You want help getting fucked, then go help others. Help five different pairings get off. Whether by being involved, or helping to facilitate or...you know.." They roll their wrist, indicating the multitude of ways in which Sunjata might interpret his task.
"My but you're a horny one. Why not just live in the Grounds? Oh right, the ascended." Alas, Sunjata's ascended-conundrum did not interest Frey. Better leave that to Safrin to agonize over.
"But fine." They agree, beginning to touch themselves in earnest now. "You want help getting fucked, then go help others. Help five different pairings get off. Whether by being involved, or helping to facilitate or...you know.." They roll their wrist, indicating the multitude of ways in which Sunjata might interpret his task.
