He fixes his eyes pointedly on Hythlodaeus' back and the way his hands slowly knead their way higher up, but it does nothing to halt that familiar curl of mischief he's come to associate with his bonded partner. He can feel his cheeks growing warm.
"Strength is one thing. Stamina is quite another," he manages to get out (unsteadily, to his shame). He finds himself wishing he did have some of that youthful, ravenous energy Felih seems to possess. Then he could cover Hythlodaeus from behind and--
He gives himself a rough shake. "You like being held down, do you?" he hears himself asking. "I suppose you must, given how much you enjoyed being in the many limbs of my other form."
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He fixes his eyes pointedly on Hythlodaeus' back and the way his hands slowly knead their way higher up, but it does nothing to halt that familiar curl of mischief he's come to associate with his bonded partner. He can feel his cheeks growing warm.
"Strength is one thing. Stamina is quite another," he manages to get out (unsteadily, to his shame). He finds himself wishing he did have some of that youthful, ravenous energy Felih seems to possess. Then he could cover Hythlodaeus from behind and--
He gives himself a rough shake. "You like being held down, do you?" he hears himself asking. "I suppose you must, given how much you enjoyed being in the many limbs of my other form."