It's about the most banal a compliment could possibly be, but he's not at all used to even that. Almon and Dysun would occasionally stroke his ego a bit, but compared to most di'Taykan he's a scarecrow, and he doesn't even really know what a scarecrow is. Human idiom is stupid. He doesn't think he's beautiful, but he thinks Mort believes differently. Most species care more about looks than smell. It's the thought that counts, and he's willing to return it the best he can. He buys himself time with a long, shivery sigh and pressing his thigh up to give Mort a bit more friction.
Maybe it shouldn't be about the tongue, even if that's by far his favorite discovery yet. "Fuk, you feel amazing," he settles on. It's true. The sex isn't that exciting, but he can (and does) get that anywhere. Mort's intent, gentle handling of him satisfies the need for other kinds of touch, the ones he's really hurting for.
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Date: 2016-12-07 11:36 pm (UTC)Maybe it shouldn't be about the tongue, even if that's by far his favorite discovery yet. "Fuk, you feel amazing," he settles on. It's true. The sex isn't that exciting, but he can (and does) get that anywhere. Mort's intent, gentle handling of him satisfies the need for other kinds of touch, the ones he's really hurting for.