@dxspereaux· cont. from [starter]:
@shcrpknives· | Setau & Aaron
♦ my muse sneezes during sex
After the sound pierces the room, the atmosphere changes. Setau’s eyes suddenly look less hazy with all that was going on between them, his gaze now brightening up as the subtle need to be a good host overpowers his current goal of pleasing Aaron.
He stops his ministrations between Aaron’s legs briefly, glancing up at the other from his spot on the floor. “Are yo—you alright?” Setau’s not one to be in…any sexual situation really, but he did care for Aaron. And while Setau did show his affection for the other in a number of ways, Aaron did deserve some physical pleasures (plus, he seemed to be enjoying himself). “It’s not…It’s not too co—cold in here is it?” If it was, he could barely tell.
It’s takes him a while to actually do it. Aaron has always wanted to be polite and kind over everything else, so to broach something so potentially rude and crass has him struggling to suppress it, subdue it, beat it over the head if need be.
But eventually, he manages to sneeze. His knee came up with it, his foot lifting tensely off the ground in a reflexive, instinctive need to counterbalance the action. He’s dazed after it, and chuckles, having managed to sneeze into the palm of his hand. There was some new school of thought out there about sneezing into your elbow, but he hadn’t been raised that way, and besides-- his brain was sluggish right now, clouded over with a sheen of fog from Setau’s hands.
Aaron cleared his throat into the stillness that’d taken over the room. Settles his feet on either side of Setau’s crouched form again. It didn’t look...exactly comfortable down there.
“Cold? N-n-no, I’m all--all right.” He chuckles and brushes a shaking hand through his hair, sitting up just a bit on the plush couch. “M’actually feel-feelin’ very warm, all things...consi..si..sidered.”
Tenderly, Aaron’s hand reaches out to smooth his thumb across Setau’s chin. “You know you don’t-don’t have-have to do this sorta thing with-...with me, right? Seein’ you down--down there just ma...ma-makes me feel...sorry after your knees.” Another chuckle, this one dripping and low, unable to hide...what all Setau had started up inside him.
This was different from anything he’d ever had to do at Savior House. This was nicer. A lot less...sour.
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