[ Such a warm reception, and now with Rook right where he wants him he's free to bring his other hand into the equation after a brief shake to send any mud clinging to it drifting off into the water. Mismatched eyes drift down between them as both hands more gently hold him, the one closest to the leaking tip affectionately giving slow strokes.
It's difficult to imagine Rook's real body when he's so formidable like this, but he tries regardless. How does he like to be touched? Does he twitch just like this? ]
My... Should I worry you only find me attractive like this, Rook-san?
How cruel...
[ It's a mocking sadness in his tone as one of his claws teases the slit at the end of that tendril with careful, slow circles. ]
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It's difficult to imagine Rook's real body when he's so formidable like this, but he tries regardless. How does he like to be touched? Does he twitch just like this? ]
My... Should I worry you only find me attractive like this, Rook-san?
How cruel...
[ It's a mocking sadness in his tone as one of his claws teases the slit at the end of that tendril with careful, slow circles. ]