( it's even worse, once he's gripped her. he doesn't know what he's smelling really, but it's more addictive than adrenaline, his nose pressed up right where her scent is the strongest, just. becoming a glutton in devoring that smell, rubbing his nose, his mouth, all over it. he's not really thinking clearly, or else he might've expressed some kind of concern in grabbing the princess so abruptly, and keening into desires he's really never had before. sex, sure, but this isn't really that - it's just possession, wanting to be covered in her scent, wanting to rub his own on her in turn.
his tongue darts out and licks a thick stripe across her throat, following through to her jaw. one long lick. she tastes even better than she smells, and he's about to go in for a bite, but then he remembers.
this is allura.
allura, who he respects way too much to do - all this. he jerks back again suddenly, and the headache is screaming in his head, but it's not as bad as the concept that he might be hurting her, upsetting her. he forces himself to take a few steps backwards, jumbling up their notes as he grips the desk they were convening over. he pants hard, the air stifling and hot and so full of her he wants to snarl.
his dick is also the hardest its ever been, he realizes belatedly. still breathing roughly, he stares pointedly at that and not allura, kind of. afraid of himself, and what he might do if he looks at her. )
What. What is this.
( more than a growl, it's a whimper. a begging dog, looking for pets. he whines, tightly shutting his eyes. )
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his tongue darts out and licks a thick stripe across her throat, following through to her jaw. one long lick. she tastes even better than she smells, and he's about to go in for a bite, but then he remembers.
this is allura.
allura, who he respects way too much to do - all this. he jerks back again suddenly, and the headache is screaming in his head, but it's not as bad as the concept that he might be hurting her, upsetting her. he forces himself to take a few steps backwards, jumbling up their notes as he grips the desk they were convening over. he pants hard, the air stifling and hot and so full of her he wants to snarl.
his dick is also the hardest its ever been, he realizes belatedly. still breathing roughly, he stares pointedly at that and not allura, kind of. afraid of himself, and what he might do if he looks at her. )
What. What is this.
( more than a growl, it's a whimper. a begging dog, looking for pets. he whines, tightly shutting his eyes. )
I don't have any control, Allura.