[The turmoil, thankfully, is ambient - he can feel it brew in the back of his mind, but he's able to push it down so he can try and focus on her and her alone, instead. Rubbing her chest with his palm as he finally grinds his hips down against hers, letting out a heady sounding hum against her lips.
...
All of which is immediately put on pause when she starts scratching at his horn like that. Even his hand stills completely, just a nice, firm, unmoving hold on her breast. Sorry, Eva. That's his Shut Up And Stop Thinking button.]
i mean. lbr he probably has. he's had ten years to hallucinate all kindsa things
Rubbing her chest with his palm as he finally grinds his hips down against hers, letting out a heady sounding hum against her lips.
...
All of which is immediately put on pause when she starts scratching at his horn like that.
Even his hand stills completely, just a nice, firm, unmoving hold on her breast.
Sorry, Eva. That's his Shut Up And Stop Thinking button.]