[ He hadn’t missed the fact that the air in the entire port had carried with it an unfamiliar scent - something exotic and just a little spicy, not what he would expect of somewhere so near the ocean. He didn’t know what it was, if it came from a nearby plant, or food, or perhaps from the incense that seemed to be so popular in this place.
But it seemed thicker in the air here, some part of his mind noted. It wasn’t a bad scent - it was quite pleasing, in fact, teasing against the senses, subtle but smokey. It lured one into relaxing without even realizing it, drawing deeper lungfuls of its strange exotic scent as an automatic reaction.
He’d noted it upon entering but quickly grew used to it, forgetting about it entirely in his distraction with the sights this place offered, even as he breathed it deep. Isn’t aware of the way it finally coaxes the tension in his body to loosen in increments as he reluctantly sinks down to sit beside Basch.
Isn’t aware of the way it settles into his blood, stirs it, encourages all of his body’s reactions to the sights and sounds surrounding them. Draws his eyes to linger on the pets scattered all over the interior, being enjoyed, being used, being pleasured. There is no shame in any of them, only open and wanton pleasure, enjoyment of their partners as they lose themselves in the heat of lust and need.
It has him shifting restlessly on the bench, fingers still curled into fists on his lap. He tries to adjust his position, not paying attention to how his cock is hardening once more, how his skin is flushing with arousal. Dark eyes are dilated and his breath starts coming a little more rapidly, a little more raggedly.
He’d meant to answer Basch, but he’s distracted from it before he can. Clearly there’s a great deal of harm in watching, but he’d already forgotten the question before he has time to realize that. And then he can’t seem to bring himself to stop. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2024-10-02 03:58 am (UTC)But it seemed thicker in the air here, some part of his mind noted. It wasn’t a bad scent - it was quite pleasing, in fact, teasing against the senses, subtle but smokey. It lured one into relaxing without even realizing it, drawing deeper lungfuls of its strange exotic scent as an automatic reaction.
He’d noted it upon entering but quickly grew used to it, forgetting about it entirely in his distraction with the sights this place offered, even as he breathed it deep. Isn’t aware of the way it finally coaxes the tension in his body to loosen in increments as he reluctantly sinks down to sit beside Basch.
Isn’t aware of the way it settles into his blood, stirs it, encourages all of his body’s reactions to the sights and sounds surrounding them. Draws his eyes to linger on the pets scattered all over the interior, being enjoyed, being used, being pleasured. There is no shame in any of them, only open and wanton pleasure, enjoyment of their partners as they lose themselves in the heat of lust and need.
It has him shifting restlessly on the bench, fingers still curled into fists on his lap. He tries to adjust his position, not paying attention to how his cock is hardening once more, how his skin is flushing with arousal. Dark eyes are dilated and his breath starts coming a little more rapidly, a little more raggedly.
He’d meant to answer Basch, but he’s distracted from it before he can. Clearly there’s a great deal of harm in watching, but he’d already forgotten the question before he has time to realize that. And then he can’t seem to bring himself to stop. ]