Heyyyyy! [ this is not an objection to everyone else hearing (it should be), but because all of that goes straight to his heart. hwylryn can enjoy the bright contrast of red and purples that he's so rightly earned. ]
If you have all those names for me, I should call you something...
( He can't help it, he loves it when he gets a heyyy out of Ish... hehe ((very happy)) )
Oh, yeah? ( PERKING UP, swingin his weight against ish, causing them to veer slightly off course until the right themselves back onto the path, ) What do you think of when you see me, my peach-cheeked inamorato?
[ a wandering and weaving they go, while ish is distracted. ]
I can't think of something right away like you can. [ he's a turtle when it comes to these things, even if lately he feels like one of the hungry capybara's who got a whiff of a treat, setting off down the racetrack. ]
But if I had to call you something right now, I think—I'd call you, my heart.
( Hwylryn is happy to let them slant off-course, content to fix his gaze on Ish and only Ish and let their legs guide their adventure. But his legs may or may not have inclination toward the fruit trees...
But what Ish says warms him in a way he doesn't expect. He knew, no matter what, he'd love what Ish would give him, because it comes from the heart. But to be given the whole of the thing - to have Ish set him up in his chest and say here you are, you're all of it, the creation and terminal point of my emotion - there's a color in his cheeks he doesn't expect, and he expresses it by leaning up from where he leans in to press a kiss to his cheek.
Where Ish had considered Norna first and foremost in matters of belonging to someone else, Hwylryn considers Gwawlyn first in matters of the heart - Gwawlyn is his, as he had said once, in passing. And perhaps it is weightier to him that Ish gives him this word because Hwylryn associates it with Gwawlyn's gravity. )
If that's the first thing that comes naturally, you've already outdone me. ( Not that it was a competition! (But, playfully, maybe it is,) ) I'd be happy to beat for you. To curl up inside you and live there— I wouldn't need anywhere else.
( He nuzzles his cheek into the crook of Ish's neck, almost as if he's just looking for more ways to slot against him like a puzzle piece. )
... You know, I think it's too bad people don't get to see how sweet you are. Buuuut... ( And he's normally not the possessive type, but, ) ... I also like keeping you to myself, a little bit.
[ hwylryn talks and ish flushes more and more at every word. truthfully he doesn't know what to address and that's without factoring how it feels to have him rubbing up against his neck. even if it's innocent, his heart skips a beat.
stupidly, he wonders if hwylryn's heart feels like his does now. ]
Aahh— [ not even a hey this time, he's struggling! ]
—my heart is bad for my heart. [ what a dumb sentence that's still not an actual complaint. ]
It's not like anyone else can do this to me, you know.
He presses kisses to Ish's neck as they end up in the fruit orchids. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss... Down along his neck, lingering where Hwylryn does recall he's particularly sensitive. )
... I'd eat them up.
( If someone else could, it should be okay. Ish is allowed to be... carried by his passion. to whomever he wants. Isn't that what he'd allowed for Gwawlyn, and Balthazar? And all his interests in between, from wizard to human to other sort of creature.
But Ish is not like them. Ish likes him in turn, as much as Hwylryn likes him. The way Hwylryn likes him. It's different, it would feel different, if someone else could.
His kisses gain the scrape of teeth, like he'd done that night. )
... I don't want to chain you. But I don't want to share you.
( In theory, they'd covered this in their talk yesterday - about belonging - but it's so strange for Hwylryn. He's never stopped anyone from having others before. He never felt right to have that thought. But, with Ish...
Playfully: )
Look what you've done to me. You've made a dragon obsessed with you. That's not an easy feat, you know?
( if ish dies this week at least he's going to be dying with hickeys on him norna bless )
[ they're stumbling into a tree (well ish is, hwylryn will wind up pressed into him because even when he has no thoughts in his head he still prioritizes him over himself). he's more than flustered now, soft sounds escaping his lips that he didn't even know he could make. he doesn't know what to do with his hands other than keep hwylryn close.
the heat he feels in other parts of him is starting to make him feel feverish. thats why his next words, about belonging only to him are almost incomprehensible. hopefully the rest of how his body is reacting is encouragement enough. ]
Well...witches are bewitching, right? [ a joke, the silly first thought that came to his head that formed an actual sentence. ]
( my heart is bad for my heart... witches are bewitching... he loves this man actually )
Maybe they are. You are. You've bewitched my heart.
( He can tell Ish is struggling, so he won't tease as much as he could (the 1920's gentleman that Ish is cannot conceive of the wizard world sluttery this demure dragon is well practised in), but he won't let up on the marks so long as Ish doesn't stop him. Kiss, kiss, kiss - kisses that linger long enough for him to suck, his soft lips wet (one could even say... moist) against Ish's skin, teething at his jugular, these things as much for Hwylryn as they are for Ish. )
You have the whole thing, you know. My heart. You must have felt it before.
( he says as if this were any type of situation for a conversation (no he's teasing more, but not with any falsehood) )
[ if he had his wits about it he'd protest because love him for his cool parts! or well maybe he wouldn't because he's just so smitten with being loved in the first place. but all he has in response are soft mmns, and the way he shifts to give hwylryn more access to the vulnerable skin on his neck. ]
I know. [ the teasing goes past him, as lost as he is in the way hwylryn's teeth and lips makes tracks across his skin. some part of him wants to reach out and touch his heart like he did that night, but if he gives into that impulse he knows he'll lose when little sense he has left. he's on the job but he has to keep them both safe. so maybe, instead— ]
Mark me like I marked you. So everyone can see we only belong to each other.
( If he could trill with these vocal chords, he would - once at that I know; again when Ish asks him to mark him - and that second time might have come because that bubbling sensation incites in him, straight from the heart.
He teeths him half a moment more, as if to begin to tease hmmm? should i? i wonder? but, ah, next time, maybe - he's so happy that Ish would asked to be marked in turn - he's so happy Ish wants to be known as his. How could he do anything less than tear into his throat where they both stand?
Fortunately, he reigns in the impulse before it reaches completion - but the way his sweet kiss turns so swiftly into a deep, carnivorous bite along the most sensitive curve of his neck and running up along his kiss, every tooth digging in so sharp not a single one is missed - it's feral, and unrestrained, and yet
he's so, so happy, and the way his heart beats and warms his cheeks is a give away.
He is t normally like this. But something about Ish incites it - a desire to have, and have others know it's yours. And how can he deny that, when Ish so eagerly asks for him, too. )
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[ the moment he feels hwylryn's teeth on his skin, ish has a thought he's never had before. norna was wrong.
he sucks in a breath, as blood starts to flow down his neck, hot like the rest of him and sweet like the orchards around them. ]
Hwylryn... [ more moan than name, but he doesn't understand the mix of sensations he's feeling. something coils in his belly and he reacts by pressing their bodies closer, entirely flush. if he's starting to dig in on his own, sharp pointed nails that are almost claws, he hasn't noticed. anything to get them closer.
more he says in everything but words. there's nothing on his tongue but he might as well be drunk nonetheless. ]
( why are they so horny for three threads in a row they're like catholic private school boys desperate to get a little bit wherever they can
Ish can feel the way Hwylryn smiles in the way his teeth curve into the bite, pleased by the way his voice sounds, pleased by how he seems to melt into him - how Ish is the one who pulls them flush this time, digs his nails into him in a way that's pleasantly familiar, but not quite as painful as it was inside his chest. He loves it anyway.
He runs his tongue along the wound (no, love bite), suckling at the blood and swallowing it as if it were nectar, worsening the intensity of the coming bruise. It's a laborious process, painful in an aching way; teasing in the way his teeth scrape against his skin again, but don't seem keen to bite.
He can't help but grind up against Ish as he works the incisions of the bite a little wider, his neck a veritable horror show - until, without warning (he hopes he'll get to swallow Ish's gasp), he bites down sharp again, this time, pointedly, at the spot Siffrin had cut into his neck. This one is his. It's not for anyone else to take away. He'd only wished he'd come to know Ish sooner, and marked him then - as if his claim would be a charm that could keep Ish safe. )
[ his breathing, while deeper, has mostly been steady up until now. small murmurs and sighs filtered through the leaves and distant birdsong. he's vaguely aware that if it weren't for his magic he'd be in trouble since this is far more than makeup can hide, but it's not like anyone but him can see through it, right?
(norna showing up, hand to her mouth when she sees his neck. "My little snake, what animal did you lose to now?" and then the subsequent explanation. it'd have been easier if she knew what a hickey was. this is why they needed the full one hour to converse...)
he's not prepared for the second bite at all, so hwylryn gets his reward, a sharp gasp, followed by light laughter. his grip tightens, having moved down to hwylryn's hips, digging into skin in encouragement. ]
Heyyy. [ a hey of a different flavor. ] Is that a reminder for me?
[ airily, as lost as he is in the moment. he assumes this must be to remind him to stay safe, since he doesn't realize how possessive hwylryn has become. ]
( Playfully, delighted by each sound, each reaction, each playful protest - he swallows the sound of him, the taste of him, so that it might be his and only his; it is not for the birds or the butterflies or the worms - every sound and every drop is his, and his alone.
He kisses Ish where he'd just left a bite, affection mixing with adoring injury. )
I like Siffrin a lot, but I would've taken their hand if I could. I don't want you hurt, ever.
( And into endgame, he still likes Siffrin - but he still holds it against them, that they tried to kill Ish like that, and seemed to get so terribly close. And, whether Ish could have truly died or not - Ish was injured, he had to be absent, and that is more than enough reason for Hwylryn to hang onto that unhappiness.
He licks at his incisions, even the ones that didn't break skin - and, when he's licked them tender, he teeths them a little more, happy. )
... And I don't like that someone else left a mark on you. Even if it was just for a minute.
Mmmn. [ a hum of appreciation and agreement. he doesn't mind siffrin, but he rarely minds violence.
he sighs, feeling the throb of his pulse between hwylryn's teeth and lips. ]
You don't need to worry about that in the future, but if you want to mark up my whole body anyway, I don't mind. I don't think anyone will be asking me for a kiss in the future, either.
[ yeah he just drops that, his grip loosening to stroke at hwylryn's lower back. whatever he wants from him, ish is happy to provide. ]
( Ah, the stroking is nice - reflexively, he sort of arches into it, nibbling as Ish speaks. The idea of marking him all over gives him a rush of excitement - it's never something he's gotten to do before? It's never something he's particularly thought of? But, with Ish . . . )
What do you mean? ( This isn't a complaint, actually, but the question is sincere— ) How wouldn't there be people asking to kiss you?
( He doesn't even bother append any kind of sentiment indicating Ish shouldn't be kissing back, because... Ish already made it clear he wouldn't be ?? so like?? It feels a little faithless to harp on the point. But Ish is so cute and charming and handsome, Hwylryn pictures he must have plenty of potential suitors . . .
. . . Huh. He pauses in his gnawing, thoughtful. He'd not thought of that, as a tangible thing. (Ish who literally just said no one will be asking him) (Hwylryn like no that's literally not possible just look at you) )
[ as soon as hwylryn pauses, ish starts to nuzzle him. it could be encourage to keep going, or it could just be him wanting to continue any kind of contact at all. ]
Well, most people fear me or hate me? But excluding them, it's usually been pretty easy for people to pick up that I didn't have an interest. Now that I'm off the market, it'll probably be the same?
Bradley was trying to get me to go to your kissing booth a few weeks ago.
( Well, all that checks out - and it's ??? dokis??? that Ish says he's not interested, but he was the one who brought it up with Hwylryn - but........
A beat, and he nuzzles in turn, cheek pressing back against Ish gently,
then he dips his mouth up and bites into his cheek, the bite curving out under his jaw - a lot like the bite he'd given Dan Heng early on, but much deeper. )
. . . You're so reluctant, but you brought it up so quickly with me?
( Then Ish must have really wanted to, right...? : cryblush : (And, well, "quickly," but immortal timescales are funky.)
His tone carries a smile, as if he hadn't just done that, )
You said I could mark you all over... can I do that now?
( oughhhh he's so cute... He kisses the spot he just bit, happy - just, in general, and because Ish is so cute, and Ish's silly response, and ten million other reasons, )
( A kiss! Well, then he has to trust it (he already did). His teeth scrape light against Ish's lips playfully, but he returns it happily, sweetly in turn. )
( no promises for that one, but maybe he can be convinced...
After all this fooling around in the orchards (Hwylryn extremely and obviously contentedly admiring his work as he gazes upon Ish), Hwylryn finally acknowledges the orchards as more than just a surface for him to chew up Ish against.
He will (regretfully) pull away from Ish and reach out, picking an apple overhead. It takes a second, but he finds its seam and pulls it apart... and offers one half to Ish's lips :D )
[ did the love of his life just tear an apple by hand? the collage of bites on his neck throb just then, reminding him of how wild hwylryn actually is.
(he's so hot, ish thinks uselessly) ]
Ahhhh? [ his mouth is half open in awe but he is following orders either way! mmmn, apple? ]
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If you have all those names for me, I should call you something...
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Oh, yeah? ( PERKING UP, swingin his weight against ish, causing them to veer slightly off course until the right themselves back onto the path, ) What do you think of when you see me, my peach-cheeked inamorato?
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I can't think of something right away like you can. [ he's a turtle when it comes to these things, even if lately he feels like one of the hungry capybara's who got a whiff of a treat, setting off down the racetrack. ]
But if I had to call you something right now, I think—I'd call you, my heart.
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But what Ish says warms him in a way he doesn't expect. He knew, no matter what, he'd love what Ish would give him, because it comes from the heart. But to be given the whole of the thing - to have Ish set him up in his chest and say here you are, you're all of it, the creation and terminal point of my emotion - there's a color in his cheeks he doesn't expect, and he expresses it by leaning up from where he leans in to press a kiss to his cheek.
Where Ish had considered Norna first and foremost in matters of belonging to someone else, Hwylryn considers Gwawlyn first in matters of the heart - Gwawlyn is his, as he had said once, in passing. And perhaps it is weightier to him that Ish gives him this word because Hwylryn associates it with Gwawlyn's gravity. )
If that's the first thing that comes naturally, you've already outdone me. ( Not that it was a competition! (But, playfully, maybe it is,) ) I'd be happy to beat for you. To curl up inside you and live there— I wouldn't need anywhere else.
( He nuzzles his cheek into the crook of Ish's neck, almost as if he's just looking for more ways to slot against him like a puzzle piece. )
... You know, I think it's too bad people don't get to see how sweet you are. Buuuut... ( And he's normally not the possessive type, but, ) ... I also like keeping you to myself, a little bit.
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stupidly, he wonders if hwylryn's heart feels like his does now. ]
Aahh— [ not even a hey this time, he's struggling! ]
—my heart is bad for my heart. [ what a dumb sentence that's still not an actual complaint. ]
It's not like anyone else can do this to me, you know.
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...
If someone else could...
He presses kisses to Ish's neck as they end up in the fruit orchids. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss... Down along his neck, lingering where Hwylryn does recall he's particularly sensitive. )
... I'd eat them up.
( If someone else could, it should be okay. Ish is allowed to be... carried by his passion. to whomever he wants. Isn't that what he'd allowed for Gwawlyn, and Balthazar? And all his interests in between, from wizard to human to other sort of creature.
But Ish is not like them. Ish likes him in turn, as much as Hwylryn likes him. The way Hwylryn likes him. It's different, it would feel different, if someone else could.
His kisses gain the scrape of teeth, like he'd done that night. )
... I don't want to chain you. But I don't want to share you.
( In theory, they'd covered this in their talk yesterday - about belonging - but it's so strange for Hwylryn. He's never stopped anyone from having others before. He never felt right to have that thought. But, with Ish...
Playfully: )
Look what you've done to me. You've made a dragon obsessed with you. That's not an easy feat, you know?
( if ish dies this week at least he's going to be dying with hickeys on him norna bless )
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the heat he feels in other parts of him is starting to make him feel feverish. thats why his next words, about belonging only to him are almost incomprehensible. hopefully the rest of how his body is reacting is encouragement enough. ]
Well...witches are bewitching, right? [ a joke, the silly first thought that came to his head that formed an actual sentence. ]
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Maybe they are. You are. You've bewitched my heart.
( He can tell Ish is struggling, so he won't tease as much as he could (the 1920's gentleman that Ish is cannot conceive of the wizard world sluttery this demure dragon is well practised in), but he won't let up on the marks so long as Ish doesn't stop him. Kiss, kiss, kiss - kisses that linger long enough for him to suck, his soft lips wet (one could even say... moist) against Ish's skin, teething at his jugular, these things as much for Hwylryn as they are for Ish. )
You have the whole thing, you know. My heart. You must have felt it before.
( he says as if this were any type of situation for a conversation (no he's teasing more, but not with any falsehood) )
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I know. [ the teasing goes past him, as lost as he is in the way hwylryn's teeth and lips makes tracks across his skin. some part of him wants to reach out and touch his heart like he did that night, but if he gives into that impulse he knows he'll lose when little sense he has left. he's on the job but he has to keep them both safe. so maybe, instead— ]
Mark me like I marked you. So everyone can see we only belong to each other.
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He teeths him half a moment more, as if to begin to tease hmmm? should i? i wonder? but, ah, next time, maybe - he's so happy that Ish would asked to be marked in turn - he's so happy Ish wants to be known as his. How could he do anything less than tear into his throat where they both stand?
Fortunately, he reigns in the impulse before it reaches completion - but the way his sweet kiss turns so swiftly into a deep, carnivorous bite along the most sensitive curve of his neck and running up along his kiss, every tooth digging in so sharp not a single one is missed - it's feral, and unrestrained, and yet
he's so, so happy, and the way his heart beats and warms his cheeks is a give away.
He is t normally like this. But something about Ish incites it - a desire to have, and have others know it's yours. And how can he deny that, when Ish so eagerly asks for him, too. )
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he sucks in a breath, as blood starts to flow down his neck, hot like the rest of him and sweet like the orchards around them. ]
Hwylryn... [ more moan than name, but he doesn't understand the mix of sensations he's feeling. something coils in his belly and he reacts by pressing their bodies closer, entirely flush. if he's starting to dig in on his own, sharp pointed nails that are almost claws, he hasn't noticed. anything to get them closer.
more he says in everything but words. there's nothing on his tongue but he might as well be drunk nonetheless. ]
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Ish can feel the way Hwylryn smiles in the way his teeth curve into the bite, pleased by the way his voice sounds, pleased by how he seems to melt into him - how Ish is the one who pulls them flush this time, digs his nails into him in a way that's pleasantly familiar, but not quite as painful as it was inside his chest. He loves it anyway.
He runs his tongue along the wound (no, love bite), suckling at the blood and swallowing it as if it were nectar, worsening the intensity of the coming bruise. It's a laborious process, painful in an aching way; teasing in the way his teeth scrape against his skin again, but don't seem keen to bite.
He can't help but grind up against Ish as he works the incisions of the bite a little wider, his neck a veritable horror show - until, without warning (he hopes he'll get to swallow Ish's gasp), he bites down sharp again, this time, pointedly, at the spot Siffrin had cut into his neck. This one is his. It's not for anyone else to take away. He'd only wished he'd come to know Ish sooner, and marked him then - as if his claim would be a charm that could keep Ish safe. )
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(norna showing up, hand to her mouth when she sees his neck. "My little snake, what animal did you lose to now?" and then the subsequent explanation. it'd have been easier if she knew what a hickey was. this is why they needed the full one hour to converse...)
he's not prepared for the second bite at all, so hwylryn gets his reward, a sharp gasp, followed by light laughter. his grip tightens, having moved down to hwylryn's hips, digging into skin in encouragement. ]
Heyyy. [ a hey of a different flavor. ] Is that a reminder for me?
[ airily, as lost as he is in the moment. he assumes this must be to remind him to stay safe, since he doesn't realize how possessive hwylryn has become. ]
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( Playfully, delighted by each sound, each reaction, each playful protest - he swallows the sound of him, the taste of him, so that it might be his and only his; it is not for the birds or the butterflies or the worms - every sound and every drop is his, and his alone.
He kisses Ish where he'd just left a bite, affection mixing with adoring injury. )
I like Siffrin a lot, but I would've taken their hand if I could. I don't want you hurt, ever.
( And into endgame, he still likes Siffrin - but he still holds it against them, that they tried to kill Ish like that, and seemed to get so terribly close. And, whether Ish could have truly died or not - Ish was injured, he had to be absent, and that is more than enough reason for Hwylryn to hang onto that unhappiness.
He licks at his incisions, even the ones that didn't break skin - and, when he's licked them tender, he teeths them a little more, happy. )
... And I don't like that someone else left a mark on you. Even if it was just for a minute.
( A minute too long!!!! )
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he sighs, feeling the throb of his pulse between hwylryn's teeth and lips. ]
You don't need to worry about that in the future, but if you want to mark up my whole body anyway, I don't mind. I don't think anyone will be asking me for a kiss in the future, either.
[ yeah he just drops that, his grip loosening to stroke at hwylryn's lower back. whatever he wants from him, ish is happy to provide. ]
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What do you mean? ( This isn't a complaint, actually, but the question is sincere— ) How wouldn't there be people asking to kiss you?
( He doesn't even bother append any kind of sentiment indicating Ish shouldn't be kissing back, because... Ish already made it clear he wouldn't be ?? so like?? It feels a little faithless to harp on the point. But Ish is so cute and charming and handsome, Hwylryn pictures he must have plenty of potential suitors . . .
. . . Huh. He pauses in his gnawing, thoughtful. He'd not thought of that, as a tangible thing. (Ish who literally just said no one will be asking him) (Hwylryn like no that's literally not possible just look at you) )
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Well, most people fear me or hate me? But excluding them, it's usually been pretty easy for people to pick up that I didn't have an interest. Now that I'm off the market, it'll probably be the same?
Bradley was trying to get me to go to your kissing booth a few weeks ago.
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A beat, and he nuzzles in turn, cheek pressing back against Ish gently,
then he dips his mouth up and bites into his cheek, the bite curving out under his jaw - a lot like the bite he'd given Dan Heng early on, but much deeper. )
. . . You're so reluctant, but you brought it up so quickly with me?
( Then Ish must have really wanted to, right...? : cryblush : (And, well, "quickly," but immortal timescales are funky.)
His tone carries a smile, as if he hadn't just done that, )
You said I could mark you all over... can I do that now?
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enjoy the mix of indignant and bashful on his face. ]
...it was cause of something you said. And then you held my face and I kind of didn't know what I was saying, and then we kissed—
[ he stops short of saying he lost his mind, but he's puffing his cheeks out (one of which is sore!), so maybe he doesn't have to. ]
Mmmn, after. I still need to host even if there's not a carnival.
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Is that a promise?
( not a wizzie promise, but a promise )
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It's a promise. [ one sealed with a kiss!
his neck is gonna be sore but those are later ish problems. ]
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While we're here, can I try something?
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But go ahead.
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( no promises for that one, but maybe he can be convinced...
After all this fooling around in the orchards (Hwylryn extremely and obviously contentedly admiring his work as he gazes upon Ish), Hwylryn finally acknowledges the orchards as more than just a surface for him to chew up Ish against.
He will (regretfully) pull away from Ish and reach out, picking an apple overhead. It takes a second, but he finds its seam and pulls it apart... and offers one half to Ish's lips :D )
Say, "Ahhh~"
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(he's so hot, ish thinks uselessly) ]
Ahhhh? [ his mouth is half open in awe but he is following orders either way! mmmn, apple? ]
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