[ He is not used to Ryouma being prepared for anything. It's just more unpredictable behavior from him, though. The only predictable thing about Ryouma is that he will be unpredictable.
Izō stays where he is for a moment to look at the bottle in his hand. The fox picture makes him briefly suspicious...How bad can it be? What's the worst that could happen? ]
Better make sure yer recordin' for this...
[ He flashes a cheeky grin before settling down on the bed. The scent of the lube is warm and familiar, something nostalgic about the scent that he can't quite place; kiseru smoke, a wood fire, a tinge of sea air and something boozy. Curiosity about the taste overcomes him and he tastes it -- persimmons?? It's distracting enough to give him pause.
Right. Giving Ryouma a show. He squeezes some of the lube into his hand as he spreads his legs. His claws make this a somewhat dangerous venture, but he's learned to work with them. He teases his entrance in slow circles with one finger, stroking himself with his free hand. Whatever is in the lube makes his skin feel hot and heightens the sensation of everything he's doing.
Izō's cheeks flush dark as a sheen of sweat beads up across his chest. It's then he starts to properly finger himself, unable to stifle the moan that follows. This stuff is dangerous. ]
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Izō stays where he is for a moment to look at the bottle in his hand. The fox picture makes him briefly suspicious...How bad can it be? What's the worst that could happen? ]
Better make sure yer recordin' for this...
[ He flashes a cheeky grin before settling down on the bed. The scent of the lube is warm and familiar, something nostalgic about the scent that he can't quite place; kiseru smoke, a wood fire, a tinge of sea air and something boozy. Curiosity about the taste overcomes him and he tastes it -- persimmons?? It's distracting enough to give him pause.
Right. Giving Ryouma a show. He squeezes some of the lube into his hand as he spreads his legs. His claws make this a somewhat dangerous venture, but he's learned to work with them. He teases his entrance in slow circles with one finger, stroking himself with his free hand. Whatever is in the lube makes his skin feel hot and heightens the sensation of everything he's doing.
Izō's cheeks flush dark as a sheen of sweat beads up across his chest. It's then he starts to properly finger himself, unable to stifle the moan that follows. This stuff is dangerous. ]
How's that...?