20.Sep.22, 11:30 PM
Happy to be done talking about his difficulties seduces Caze, N’reh amiably submitted to Cazan directing him where and how to stand. He’d done the modeling thing enough by this point he just let her do whatever and didn’t try breaking her out of her concentration unless she spoke to him first. When she did, N’reh blinked at her in surprise.
“Oh, you meant bespoke dick, like, right now. Sure, okay,” he said. “Uh, black is fine? Trying to match my skin tone would be unsettling, right, so not that. And Faxx colored would also probably be weird, so yeah, black is good.” N’reh was pretty sure they’d had a similar discussion about leather dick colors before, but he couldn’t remember.
“Do you mean just for the straps, or you know. In general?” N’reh asked. “But easier to wear under clothes sounds good, I think. Never know when you might need it in a Weyr, better to be prepared. Or something.” He tried to peer down at what Cazan was doing without moving the lower half of his body. She kept saying numbers that meant nothing to N’reh but he knew they were necessary for making something that did what she wanted. N’reh was just along for the ride, as it were. The ride of his own removable dick. Heh.
Dragon anatomy is a lot more sensible, Faxxonth decided to point out as Cazan scribbled a few more things down. Having things external all the time seems such a bother.
N’reh snorted. ’Does that make me more like a dragon than the average man, then?’
Faxxonth considered for a moment. Yes.
N’reh laughed, and at Cazan’s look explained Faxxonth’s comment to her.
“Oh, you meant bespoke dick, like, right now. Sure, okay,” he said. “Uh, black is fine? Trying to match my skin tone would be unsettling, right, so not that. And Faxx colored would also probably be weird, so yeah, black is good.” N’reh was pretty sure they’d had a similar discussion about leather dick colors before, but he couldn’t remember.
“Do you mean just for the straps, or you know. In general?” N’reh asked. “But easier to wear under clothes sounds good, I think. Never know when you might need it in a Weyr, better to be prepared. Or something.” He tried to peer down at what Cazan was doing without moving the lower half of his body. She kept saying numbers that meant nothing to N’reh but he knew they were necessary for making something that did what she wanted. N’reh was just along for the ride, as it were. The ride of his own removable dick. Heh.
Dragon anatomy is a lot more sensible, Faxxonth decided to point out as Cazan scribbled a few more things down. Having things external all the time seems such a bother.
N’reh snorted. ’Does that make me more like a dragon than the average man, then?’
Faxxonth considered for a moment. Yes.
N’reh laughed, and at Cazan’s look explained Faxxonth’s comment to her.