Those hands feel like fire on his skin, and even as they go over his clothes, there's a warmth that rushes through him as hot as magma. When Byleth draws away from him, part of him wants to grab him and keep him close still, but he also wants to get to his home so they can shed these clothes and address the erection that's about to make climbing onto Grani rather uncomfortable.
Grani in the meantime watches Byleth and gives little reaction to being touched, though there is one. The slightest lean into that stroking. So slight, in fact, it might leave Byleth questioning if it was real or imagined.
Emet-Selch considers just teleporting them, but there's something fun about the wait, the denial. Thus he situates himself onto Grani's back with awkward movements to accommodate his affliction, not at all offering his familiar the same acknowledgement Byleth gave him.
He's a man on a mission, and a man with another man's hand on his thigh, making his mission all the more harrowing. His breath becomes a little shuddered, but Grani rises and stares on his way at Emet-Selch's behest.
It's laughably absurd how turned on he is, how the press of Byleth's body against his own and that damnedable hand is making him unravel. Is this just how he is now? Some easily affected pervert who gets sexually aroused because a man enjoyed an intimate memory with him?
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Those hands feel like fire on his skin, and even as they go over his clothes, there's a warmth that rushes through him as hot as magma. When Byleth draws away from him, part of him wants to grab him and keep him close still, but he also wants to get to his home so they can shed these clothes and address the erection that's about to make climbing onto Grani rather uncomfortable.
Grani in the meantime watches Byleth and gives little reaction to being touched, though there is one. The slightest lean into that stroking. So slight, in fact, it might leave Byleth questioning if it was real or imagined.
Emet-Selch considers just teleporting them, but there's something fun about the wait, the denial. Thus he situates himself onto Grani's back with awkward movements to accommodate his affliction, not at all offering his familiar the same acknowledgement Byleth gave him.
He's a man on a mission, and a man with another man's hand on his thigh, making his mission all the more harrowing. His breath becomes a little shuddered, but Grani rises and stares on his way at Emet-Selch's behest.
It's laughably absurd how turned on he is, how the press of Byleth's body against his own and that damnedable hand is making him unravel. Is this just how he is now? Some easily affected pervert who gets sexually aroused because a man enjoyed an intimate memory with him?
Oh how he has fallen...