Caelus swears he can feel his pupils blow wide with eager need.
It's a rare sort of thing to feel, this type of unbridled excitement. Lots of things have made Caelus happy, since he first woke up on the Space Station, but few things have gotten him excited. He swallows on a sudden tautness in his throat; the breath that emerges is a little shaky, but feverishly needy.
Yes. He understands what Luocha is saying. That he has to wait; that it will be better if he can just wait until tomorrow. Sit and wait and be good. Doctor's orders.
It's strange because Caelus isn't really the type of person who craves the feeling of having an authority figure tell him what to do — he's defiant in the face of authority more often than not — and yet, at the same time, submitting to someone else's gentle guidance feels so exhilarating. He craves it, for no reason that he can justify to himself. ]
Okay. [ He finds himself repeating it, breathed, worshipful: ] I can do that.
[ The Trailblazer licks his lips, instinctively trying to please. It feels like Luocha knows exactly how to play with him, exactly the way he wants to be played. Yes, he'll take orders like this, when it's offered so softly, and in such a pleasing voice, with the promise of a reward. Yes, yes, yes, yes. He takes a slow, long, deep breath; Luocha's scent, so close, so sweet. No one else ever touches him so gently, like he's something delicate, to be cherished.
(His brain feels like it's tingling. This is, apparently, excellent Luocha ASMR.) ]
I'll meet you... in the lobby?
[ There's a slightly needy whine underlying this question. Please, please, please, please? ]
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Caelus swears he can feel his pupils blow wide with eager need.
It's a rare sort of thing to feel, this type of unbridled excitement. Lots of things have made Caelus happy, since he first woke up on the Space Station, but few things have gotten him excited. He swallows on a sudden tautness in his throat; the breath that emerges is a little shaky, but feverishly needy.
Yes. He understands what Luocha is saying. That he has to wait; that it will be better if he can just wait until tomorrow. Sit and wait and be good. Doctor's orders.
It's strange because Caelus isn't really the type of person who craves the feeling of having an authority figure tell him what to do — he's defiant in the face of authority more often than not — and yet, at the same time, submitting to someone else's gentle guidance feels so exhilarating. He craves it, for no reason that he can justify to himself. ]
Okay. [ He finds himself repeating it, breathed, worshipful: ] I can do that.
[ The Trailblazer licks his lips, instinctively trying to please. It feels like Luocha knows exactly how to play with him, exactly the way he wants to be played. Yes, he'll take orders like this, when it's offered so softly, and in such a pleasing voice, with the promise of a reward. Yes, yes, yes, yes. He takes a slow, long, deep breath; Luocha's scent, so close, so sweet. No one else ever touches him so gently, like he's something delicate, to be cherished.
(His brain feels like it's tingling. This is, apparently, excellent Luocha ASMR.) ]
I'll meet you... in the lobby?
[ There's a slightly needy whine underlying this question. Please, please, please, please? ]