[He's not embarrassed, all right? It's nothing to be ashamed about. He's twenty, that's plenty of time to find a wife (or husband). No one is married at their age, despite what modern scholars seem to think of this time period. Sure, most men have fucked one or two people by now, but just because he hasn't doesn't mean anything's wrong.
Anyway, it's not as if he had a booming social life. Sometimes he'd go with his mother and visit the peasants, but he'd never made friends. And taking a girl out behind a bar seemed so . . . impersonal.
Look, the point is . . . the point is, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, but nor does he want to say it, because Trevor will make it into a Thing. So. Shut up.]
Later.
[It's a low growl, a rumble felt against Trevor's throat as much as it's heard. Not influential, not magic, but a predator's growl, warning of danger at worst and mild irritation at best. It reaches into most human hindbrains and sends them running.
Trevor isn't most humans.
He sighs pointedly and rocks his hips down again, his palm pressing harder. Trevor isn't the only one stiff and eager; each slow grind of his hips leaves him biting back shudders, and he thinks he could honestly get off just from this, heat and pressure and a hard leg between his.]
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Anyway, it's not as if he had a booming social life. Sometimes he'd go with his mother and visit the peasants, but he'd never made friends. And taking a girl out behind a bar seemed so . . . impersonal.
Look, the point is . . . the point is, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, but nor does he want to say it, because Trevor will make it into a Thing. So. Shut up.]
Later.
[It's a low growl, a rumble felt against Trevor's throat as much as it's heard. Not influential, not magic, but a predator's growl, warning of danger at worst and mild irritation at best. It reaches into most human hindbrains and sends them running.
Trevor isn't most humans.
He sighs pointedly and rocks his hips down again, his palm pressing harder. Trevor isn't the only one stiff and eager; each slow grind of his hips leaves him biting back shudders, and he thinks he could honestly get off just from this, heat and pressure and a hard leg between his.]