[ Sir, despite all of Ferox’s best attempts, he’s still a virgin— ]
It’s—It’s not important.
[ He’s not even sure he should risk speaking at all when Wriothesley’s already—gods, they’re really going to do this, aren’t they? And on some level he’s excited for it, feels an odd thrill that’s so markedly different from how he feels in a fight, yet something about it is warm and familiar and comforting and thrilling all the same.
Just…how does anyone sort through their feelings in the midst of all this? He’s afraid he’s going to blurt out something he’s going to regret if Wriothesley keeps him talking. ]
Just…you should enjoy yourself?
[ That’s a thing people do with sex, right? He’s not even sure where to begin beyond gaping awkwardly down as Wriothesley undoes his pants. ]
no subject
It’s—It’s not important.
[ He’s not even sure he should risk speaking at all when Wriothesley’s already—gods, they’re really going to do this, aren’t they? And on some level he’s excited for it, feels an odd thrill that’s so markedly different from how he feels in a fight, yet something about it is warm and familiar and comforting and thrilling all the same.
Just…how does anyone sort through their feelings in the midst of all this? He’s afraid he’s going to blurt out something he’s going to regret if Wriothesley keeps him talking. ]
Just…you should enjoy yourself?
[ That’s a thing people do with sex, right? He’s not even sure where to begin beyond gaping awkwardly down as Wriothesley undoes his pants. ]