Ereuvir chuckles to that, can tell that Ashley is looking for spots to make him moan or writhe. The truth is, there's little of that for him in the way of spots that are overly sensitive or specific, singular things that make his blood quicken. He does not need to have sex, often goes a very long time without even desiring it. He is not designed to procreate or to need to have sex for it's own sake and so he rarely bothers.
What he is designed for is to try to understand humans, all their intimate, dark desires, how to best plumb the darkness of the soul. And, for humans, there is this need or fear, an almost mystical set of rules and thoughts, nearly a religion around sex and sexuality and so, like all things human, it fascinates him. He does not have any specific places Ashley finds, but he's making low, pleased noises just at the touch of his hands, an easy and interested lover, once he decides that he would like to be one.
"Something you don't think you should want," he answers, and it would be, perhaps, easy to see it as some kind of diversion, himself not answering the question, except there's no denying the tone, covetous, almost a little breathless, his own hands more clinging for a moment, "Something it scares you to ask for." The second is hungrier still, the words spun out against his skin, Ereuvir unable to stop himself from tasting him again a moment later.
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Date: 2018-09-26 01:08 pm (UTC)From:What he is designed for is to try to understand humans, all their intimate, dark desires, how to best plumb the darkness of the soul. And, for humans, there is this need or fear, an almost mystical set of rules and thoughts, nearly a religion around sex and sexuality and so, like all things human, it fascinates him. He does not have any specific places Ashley finds, but he's making low, pleased noises just at the touch of his hands, an easy and interested lover, once he decides that he would like to be one.
"Something you don't think you should want," he answers, and it would be, perhaps, easy to see it as some kind of diversion, himself not answering the question, except there's no denying the tone, covetous, almost a little breathless, his own hands more clinging for a moment, "Something it scares you to ask for." The second is hungrier still, the words spun out against his skin, Ereuvir unable to stop himself from tasting him again a moment later.