[Wrestling Meme from Mairong] △
Somehow our characters get into a playful wrestling match. Send me a △ and my character will react to feeling yours has become… excited.
It had all started out innocently enough. The two sparred frequently, the captain preferring to be able to keep watch on Mairon at all times. Despite knowing the lieutenant was wholly capable, he seemed to feel that his presence alone warded off their master. But when Mairon had expertly knocked his axe aside, Gothmog had, of course, made to go for his legs to distract him, and had ended up knocking the maia over. It progresses from there, and in some odd, distant memory of innocent joy they had ended up rolling about in the sand of the empty training pit, and as Gothmog had gone to pin the little maia, his legs splayed on either side of the slighter spirit’s pelvis he had felt it.
His grew wide, but he didn’t move, in fact Gothmog froze for a good while longer than he should have, unintentionally making it clear he had felt the very abnormal bulge in Mairon’s trousers. He couldn’t even bring himself to speak, only swallowing as the fire that was his hair dimmed, and the tip of his tail twitched in concern. Finally he managed to ask quietly, hiding his concern with a teasing tone and smirk, though his voice was still strained, “You alright down there?”
