Talking was easier than silence, right now; it wasn't even truly silence, with the soft lewd sounds of wet fingers sliding within flesh, and Edmund's audible breaths as he felt the rising lust begin to take hold of him in earnest. Words covered over some of that.
"Suppressed? That's...impressive." Edmund couldn't imagine actually suppressing what he was feeling, not without finding some kind of outlet for it. This particular method was just barely getting the job done. He reached for the flask of oil, coated the bulbous shape with a generous helping, and the smell of sweet almond mingled with his own earthier scent. The only thing missing, really, was a layer of Alpha. A hint of it wound through anyways, stemming from Al's lower back...his tail, really. Edmund bit back a curse.
"You must be masters at dealing with this sort of thing then. Care to share any helpful tips?"
He almost laughed; they might have been speaking of hunting paths, weather patterns, any mundane and platonic topic that one might trade friendly advice on. Certainly nothing that would indicate he was knuckles deep fingering himself, about to trade in for a more filling replacement, and Al was doing his level best not to broadcast any more signals than he could help.
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Date: 2017-08-28 02:00 am (UTC)"Suppressed? That's...impressive." Edmund couldn't imagine actually suppressing what he was feeling, not without finding some kind of outlet for it. This particular method was just barely getting the job done. He reached for the flask of oil, coated the bulbous shape with a generous helping, and the smell of sweet almond mingled with his own earthier scent. The only thing missing, really, was a layer of Alpha. A hint of it wound through anyways, stemming from Al's lower back...his tail, really. Edmund bit back a curse.
"You must be masters at dealing with this sort of thing then. Care to share any helpful tips?"
He almost laughed; they might have been speaking of hunting paths, weather patterns, any mundane and platonic topic that one might trade friendly advice on. Certainly nothing that would indicate he was knuckles deep fingering himself, about to trade in for a more filling replacement, and Al was doing his level best not to broadcast any more signals than he could help.