[ he says this simply enough, offering only that as his explanation. it's not untrue. mostly he just feels foolish, especially to have eridanus make a comment. it was a momentary lapse, that's all. he's among the living now, so of course his own body would be prone to the same failings. this is the excuse he's going with because, as always, he lives in denial. it wasn't just because he happened to enjoy that or anything. ]
Consider it a freebie. But that request is not happening. I am not drunk enough and you are not Vittani..
[ but no sense lamenting that fact right now when he'll be doing it plenty later. he stands up instead, watching eridanus now that they've essentially traded places while he reaches behind him to undo the tied strips of fabric because that's a thing he has to do now with a tail. traejan's just grateful he's wearing something under his pants today — that's because he'd gone out, of course — because as shameless as he's capable of being at any time he also feels mildly self-conscious about the way he's changing. the same scaly skin that finally finished growing in on his tail seems to be spreading further, visible on his hips and down both legs with the newest area just below the knee.
once he's stepped out and kicked his pants aside he puts his hands on his hips and stays right where he is. he might not be completely naked ( yet? ) but as it is now it's not like much is left to the imagination. ]
[If Traejan had been feeling any shame or embarrassment, it was lost on Eridanus in that moment. He knew Traejan to be a prideful beast, he had certainly made that known since their first meeting of one another, and it had continued in the years since. Yet, there had always been a coyness to their interactions, lending a push and pull to their relationship.
Neither of them would ever have dared to think of crossing that invisible line that separated them. That was, until now. Eridanus watched quietly as Traejan removed his trousers, before he kicked them aside without regard.
Eridanus was used to seeing Traejan in all manner of undress in the time they had spent living together, but this was different. Never had he been bared so plainly for the archmage to see. His muscled form glittered with the formation of cycloid scales along his lithe hips, beckoning any viewer to venture to where they disappeared just below the elastic of his underwear.]
So you've begun to form scales? [He asks quietly as his heated gaze glues firmly to the black patches. Without warning, he raised a hand and traced his fingers over the curve of Traejan's hip, surprised to find that the smooth scales were warm to the touch.
He would have touched back on the Vittani comment, but it was hard to remember whatever sly remark came to mind when he was intoxicated and there was... well. It had also been awhile for Eridanus. It wasn't as if Rosefica was around, and even when she was, they didn't have their usual tools.
Eridanus' fingers stop once they touch the edge of the band of Traejan's underwear, and he finally manages to pull his gaze away from the outlined girth that has been eye level with him for the past few minutes. The hunger that encompasses the look in his eye is palpable, as he's no longer trying to hide what he's wanting.]
Must you lose another round to remove these, too? [He asked, as his fingers curled into them in anticipation.]
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[ he says this simply enough, offering only that as his explanation. it's not untrue. mostly he just feels foolish, especially to have eridanus make a comment. it was a momentary lapse, that's all. he's among the living now, so of course his own body would be prone to the same failings. this is the excuse he's going with because, as always, he lives in denial. it wasn't just because he happened to enjoy that or anything. ]
Consider it a freebie. But that request is not happening. I am not drunk enough and you are not Vittani..
[ but no sense lamenting that fact right now when he'll be doing it plenty later. he stands up instead, watching eridanus now that they've essentially traded places while he reaches behind him to undo the tied strips of fabric because that's a thing he has to do now with a tail. traejan's just grateful he's wearing something under his pants today — that's because he'd gone out, of course — because as shameless as he's capable of being at any time he also feels mildly self-conscious about the way he's changing. the same scaly skin that finally finished growing in on his tail seems to be spreading further, visible on his hips and down both legs with the newest area just below the knee.
once he's stepped out and kicked his pants aside he puts his hands on his hips and stays right where he is. he might not be completely naked ( yet? ) but as it is now it's not like much is left to the imagination. ]
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Neither of them would ever have dared to think of crossing that invisible line that separated them. That was, until now. Eridanus watched quietly as Traejan removed his trousers, before he kicked them aside without regard.
Eridanus was used to seeing Traejan in all manner of undress in the time they had spent living together, but this was different. Never had he been bared so plainly for the archmage to see. His muscled form glittered with the formation of cycloid scales along his lithe hips, beckoning any viewer to venture to where they disappeared just below the elastic of his underwear.]
So you've begun to form scales? [He asks quietly as his heated gaze glues firmly to the black patches. Without warning, he raised a hand and traced his fingers over the curve of Traejan's hip, surprised to find that the smooth scales were warm to the touch.
He would have touched back on the Vittani comment, but it was hard to remember whatever sly remark came to mind when he was intoxicated and there was... well. It had also been awhile for Eridanus. It wasn't as if Rosefica was around, and even when she was, they didn't have their usual tools.
Eridanus' fingers stop once they touch the edge of the band of Traejan's underwear, and he finally manages to pull his gaze away from the outlined girth that has been eye level with him for the past few minutes. The hunger that encompasses the look in his eye is palpable, as he's no longer trying to hide what he's wanting.]
Must you lose another round to remove these, too? [He asked, as his fingers curled into them in anticipation.]