( This feels like it was all some elaborate trap, but even Shealtiel can realize that Mort isn't that type of guy. He seems genuinely startled by this feeling himself, after all, and Shealtiel knows that Tamamo gets up to weird things like this.
Still, there's irritation that sparks up and points at Mort simply for putting him in this situation. It's just strange that even this irritation is fueling a flame, right now.
While he normally would reach up to smack that hand away in an instant, desire has him hesitating. He holds his breath without realizing it, tenses up at the touch that makes him feel far more than he should be from it, and then shifts to grab at the hand itself. His own grip is tight, and while he pulls Mort's hand slightly away from his neck, it's not truly much further at all. Maybe an inch.
His eyes are sharp, though, and he squeezes a little tighter. His grip is surprising, for someone of his size. )
This is your fault.
( The way he hisses out his breath even feels steamy, and he's dizzy for it. Overwhelmed by sensations and feeling, he takes that harsh grip on Mort's hand and turns, tugging him along with him.
There's no way he's dealing with this in the middle of nowhere. Still, desperation is making this difficult... Where's he supposed to go?? What are they going to do when he gets there? Ugh, he hates this. He's definitely embarrassed. Growing more aroused by the minute, dragging this man along by the hand, trying to find... somewhere, anywhere... Maybe not an alleyway. )
What am I even supposed to say??? You say something. ( He'll regret this and shut him up, probably, but it's fine for now. )
[ the accumulation of small surprises keeps his mind surprisingly sharp despite the desire attempting to dull his remaining senses. or— was it actually heightening them? at this stage, it was relatively difficult to discern. as much as he feels lightheaded by their exchanged breaths and warmth, there is a certain part of him that feels mildly more relaxed. finding comfort in their close proximity. while he's always desired him in some form (fighting counts, right??), he didn't expect it to evolve into this.
he's rightfully shocked when shealtiel doesn't push him away. though, when he thinks about it, perhaps, it was that he couldn't. whatever it was that fueled this shift in attitude, it was a welcome all the same. but, what stuns him more is when shealtiel grabs hold of him actually begins... pulling him along? he half-wonders where the strength in his body is from. while normally, mort would have easily lopped off the limb of anyone who tried to lead him anywhere...
he essentially has enough respect for shealtiel that he feels no innate need for that. but, beyond that, it was no lie to state he wasn't really in the right mindset for straight up carnage as he normally was. more importantly, in being dragged along, it was quite obvious for what shealtiel may have been seeking, and for once, he finds it in him to actually comply. he pulls back slightly, if just to direct him to what appears to be some sort of warehouse?
if there is a lock, he definitely doesn't seem to have any qualms breaking it as he pulls it open, if just to shut it behind them in haste. as much as shealtiel wants him to say something, perhaps speak and dissipate any of this tension that's built— ] Such as? I have the pressing feeling that regardless of what I say, you're not going to very receptive. For example... [ he seems to think all but one second, before he says the first thing that comes to mind. ]
Is this not where you strip yourself? [ lmao, listen....
there is no excuse for this. he just presumes if this is what that desire is, they should move quickly to abate and quell it, and it wasn't like mort to feel any real sense of shame. especially not in front of shealtiel. ]
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Date: 2022-10-04 04:26 am (UTC)( from here )
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Date: 2022-10-04 04:32 am (UTC)Still, there's irritation that sparks up and points at Mort simply for putting him in this situation. It's just strange that even this irritation is fueling a flame, right now.
While he normally would reach up to smack that hand away in an instant, desire has him hesitating. He holds his breath without realizing it, tenses up at the touch that makes him feel far more than he should be from it, and then shifts to grab at the hand itself. His own grip is tight, and while he pulls Mort's hand slightly away from his neck, it's not truly much further at all. Maybe an inch.
His eyes are sharp, though, and he squeezes a little tighter. His grip is surprising, for someone of his size. )
This is your fault.
( The way he hisses out his breath even feels steamy, and he's dizzy for it. Overwhelmed by sensations and feeling, he takes that harsh grip on Mort's hand and turns, tugging him along with him.
There's no way he's dealing with this in the middle of nowhere. Still, desperation is making this difficult... Where's he supposed to go?? What are they going to do when he gets there? Ugh, he hates this. He's definitely embarrassed. Growing more aroused by the minute, dragging this man along by the hand, trying to find... somewhere, anywhere... Maybe not an alleyway. )
What am I even supposed to say??? You say something. ( He'll regret this and shut him up, probably, but it's fine for now. )
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Date: 2022-10-07 07:25 am (UTC)he's rightfully shocked when shealtiel doesn't push him away. though, when he thinks about it, perhaps, it was that he couldn't. whatever it was that fueled this shift in attitude, it was a welcome all the same. but, what stuns him more is when shealtiel grabs hold of him actually begins... pulling him along? he half-wonders where the strength in his body is from. while normally, mort would have easily lopped off the limb of anyone who tried to lead him anywhere...
he essentially has enough respect for shealtiel that he feels no innate need for that. but, beyond that, it was no lie to state he wasn't really in the right mindset for straight up carnage as he normally was. more importantly, in being dragged along, it was quite obvious for what shealtiel may have been seeking, and for once, he finds it in him to actually comply. he pulls back slightly, if just to direct him to what appears to be some sort of warehouse?
if there is a lock, he definitely doesn't seem to have any qualms breaking it as he pulls it open, if just to shut it behind them in haste. as much as shealtiel wants him to say something, perhaps speak and dissipate any of this tension that's built— ] Such as? I have the pressing feeling that regardless of what I say, you're not going to very receptive. For example... [ he seems to think all but one second, before he says the first thing that comes to mind. ]
Is this not where you strip yourself? [ lmao, listen....
there is no excuse for this. he just presumes if this is what that desire is, they should move quickly to abate and quell it, and it wasn't like mort to feel any real sense of shame. especially not in front of shealtiel. ]