[D's dark eyes lower to his waist as if he had somehow forgotten the oddity of wearing nothing but a piece of leather. Hm. He supposes it is sort of weird in comparison.]
No need.
[When you think yourself a monster, you don't really bother to go the extra lengths for comfort. Self-flagellation? Practicality? The zipper at least has a fold of leather behind it so it doesn't catch any hair.
At least for what it's worth, the lack of underwear with the fitted leather doesn't seem to have impeded the fact he is slightly aroused. It may be one of the most normal, human things about him now in relation to the horrific perfection of everything else. He is still a victim to the heady influence of sex. Such a boy.
In a way, he is almost self conscious and shy at the focused attention, so he reaches out to trace the silhouette of her body with his hands, careful, however, of spooking her. Asking with his touch, watching the reactions of her face to know.]
no subject
No need.
[When you think yourself a monster, you don't really bother to go the extra lengths for comfort. Self-flagellation? Practicality? The zipper at least has a fold of leather behind it so it doesn't catch any hair.
At least for what it's worth, the lack of underwear with the fitted leather doesn't seem to have impeded the fact he is slightly aroused. It may be one of the most normal, human things about him now in relation to the horrific perfection of everything else. He is still a victim to the heady influence of sex. Such a boy.
In a way, he is almost self conscious and shy at the focused attention, so he reaches out to trace the silhouette of her body with his hands, careful, however, of spooking her. Asking with his touch, watching the reactions of her face to know.]