"Well, in that case...." He grins a surprisingly wicked little smile, eyes glittering. "Let's do this right, then, shall we?"
And with that, he'll scoop Rhys into a princess carry (tail being the responsible digit and ensuring all water is off) and step into the bedroom. His tail is also handy for getting his pants off; he's naked, too, save for the silver shoes nailed to his ox-like cloven hooves, when they get to the bed.
Rhys couldn't help but to laugh as he was literally swept off his feet, his arms wrapping around Marus' shoulders. His towel easily fell to the floor (not that it was wrapped very securely around him in the first place) and was swiftly forgotten. "I love it when you do that!" he purred, nuzzling into the tiefling's neck.
There was something incredibly sexy about being so easily lifted. It was safe, sturdy -- a certainty of shelter in a storm, of Marus carrying him from danger like a hero. And, on the other hand, it was also an indication of how the other man could throw him around like a ragdoll without much effort. Nothing made Rhys' heart race like trusting that strength with every speck of his soul.
"I love you all the time, but this is a good view." His tail traces Rhys's back gently, mainly the lower half, never straying near his neck. They have trauma about that.
He puts Rhys on the bed, facing the far side, then folds in as big spoon, laying his arm over Rhys's in a gentle half-hug. "You want to go further?" He can guess the answer - his tail is already fetching lube from the bedside cabinet, though he keeps it low behind himself for now. "I'm willing if you are."
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Date: 2023-05-10 08:13 pm (UTC)And with that, he'll scoop Rhys into a princess carry (tail being the responsible digit and ensuring all water is off) and step into the bedroom. His tail is also handy for getting his pants off; he's naked, too, save for the silver shoes nailed to his ox-like cloven hooves, when they get to the bed.
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Date: 2023-05-11 03:58 am (UTC)There was something incredibly sexy about being so easily lifted. It was safe, sturdy -- a certainty of shelter in a storm, of Marus carrying him from danger like a hero. And, on the other hand, it was also an indication of how the other man could throw him around like a ragdoll without much effort. Nothing made Rhys' heart race like trusting that strength with every speck of his soul.
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Date: 2023-06-07 01:05 am (UTC)He puts Rhys on the bed, facing the far side, then folds in as big spoon, laying his arm over Rhys's in a gentle half-hug. "You want to go further?" He can guess the answer - his tail is already fetching lube from the bedside cabinet, though he keeps it low behind himself for now. "I'm willing if you are."