"It's been hours!" Wait, that sounds worse. He glances slightly away. "I don't even really know if I can get wiped out," he mutters after a beat.
He doesn't know if it's the healing thing, or the mentally-twentyish-thing, or if Kujen made him to be constantly gagging for it on purpose, which is both weirdly, horribly plausible but also fucked up enough that it might just be an indulgent dark fantasy of Jedao's. Or maybe Jedao One was a horny enough bastard Kujen didn't need to bother, which does seem to accord with the evidence. While those thoughts flit through, he relaxes his hold a little, and scrapes his nails lightly over Eiffel's scalp.
"Anyway, don't think about it like you have to keep up. Think of it like, Jedao is so easy."
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"It's been hours!" Wait, that sounds worse. He glances slightly away. "I don't even really know if I can get wiped out," he mutters after a beat.
He doesn't know if it's the healing thing, or the mentally-twentyish-thing, or if Kujen made him to be constantly gagging for it on purpose, which is both weirdly, horribly plausible but also fucked up enough that it might just be an indulgent dark fantasy of Jedao's. Or maybe Jedao One was a horny enough bastard Kujen didn't need to bother, which does seem to accord with the evidence. While those thoughts flit through, he relaxes his hold a little, and scrapes his nails lightly over Eiffel's scalp.
"Anyway, don't think about it like you have to keep up. Think of it like, Jedao is so easy."
He blushes even darker saying it out loud.