#his skin isn't wet because he's waterproof

[mushyfart]

drew this in like 2 minutes this is officially the funniest thing I've ever made

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[cherrychilli]

18+

Steve Harrington x AFAB reader, grumpy dom! Steve, established relationship, PIV sex, car sex

A/N: I haven't written for Steve in a minute so I pulled this out of the wip vault and dusted it off.

The time to back out had passed.

Steve knew he couldn't disappoint the whole group now when it had already been decided that he would drive them out to the lake that Saturday afternoon. With Eddie's license suspended and Jonathan's car in the shop, there was no other option.

For someone who, on a regular day, looks golden in every possible way under a perfect cerulean sky, he stuck out like a storm cloud today.

Steve sat out on the dock with his shades on to shield his annoyed squint and a soda pressed to his lips to conceal his scowl, wishing it was a beer instead.

Those of you who weren't driving picked frosty bottles out of the cooler Eddie had stocked for the outing, bottle caps coming loose with a pop, the nutty aroma of grain and barley fizzing into the wind. It was more than a little amusing to you as you eyed Steve from over your beer, watching the poor boy stew.

On the surface you appear oblivious but you're well aware that your boyfriend's eyes are trained on you too, a heated, razor sharp stare behind those reflective lenses.

His simmering displeasure goes unnoticed by the rest of the group but when you start to strip down to your swimsuit with the others and head for the water it's only a matter of moments before they notice one less member wading in the water with them.

Inevitably, what he'd been dreading begins and he has to deal with it all day. Everyone takes turns asking Steve why he isn't getting in the water with them and each time he's forced to mutter out some vague excuse that only lifts more eyebrows.

It's obvious to everyone that he's hiding something and the stubborn way he tries to refute is comically adorable. Some lighthearted teasing ensues and you can almost see the steam rising off his skin.

Robin gets the ball rolling with a quip about him spending too much time on his hair to risk getting it wet. Eddie joins in on the teasing too. Nancy and Jonathan are too polite to add to it but they laugh off to the side and try to suppress their giggles all the same.

None of it is cruel. it's all harmless, well meaning fun between friends and it's all the more enjoyable for you because you're the only one who knows the real reason why Steve wont just peel off his shirt and get in the water.

If he did, then your friends would get to see the result of all your hard work last night. They'd see the messy, lengthy scarlet scratches that rawed the skin all down his back, the half moon indents turning violet on his triceps and shoulders and the many hickeys like splashes of merlot you sucked onto his chest and his stomach.

You've got a few marks on you as well but you're saved from suffering the same torment as Steve thanks to your waterproof concealer. He endures it all, forcing the occasional dry, humorless laugh until the sun begins to wind down and the rest of you towel off before lugging your belongings back to his car under a cotton candy sky.

It's a little snug inside the BMW but you make it work. You buckle yourself in the front seat and the others pile into the back. Nancy finds room in Jonathan's lap while Eddie's somehow been strong armed into the middle by Robin so she can have the window seat. He doesn't concede quietly and the resultant commotion in the back is enough to distract the backseat occupants from noticing the tension between you and Steve. Well, more so the tension that's emanating from Steve because you look no more unbothered than you had all day, humming to yourself inconspicuously. Waiting patiently.

Nancy and Jonathan are the first to be dropped off. Next is Eddie, and then Robin. You wave goodbye to her as Steve slowly presses down on the accelerator to begin the journey to your apartment, twenty minutes of being alone together starting now.

"You really put me through it today", he spoke, breaking the moment long silence.

Your lips form a pleased smile as you fiddle with your fingers in your lap. It was obvious where all of this was heading but riling him up was part of the fun and you didn't want it to end just yet. You wanted a little more before it's all teeth and ripped clothes when he gets you inside your apartment.

"I didn't make them say all those things, Stevie sweetie", you turn your head towards him and bat your lashes, the illusion of sweetness thick on your features.

His eyes stay fixed on the road, the vein near his temple more noticeable now. "You wore it on purpose, didn't you?", he sidesteps your comment like you hadn't even said it at all.

This time when you blink at him it's with confusion. "Don't play dumb, baby", he warns you with a laugh so mirthless that it draws a shiver out of you. "Oh..", you utter when you realize that he's referring to your strappy yellow bikini. The one he really really liked, because he made you keep it on all throughout riding him on on his sun lounger the last time you went over to swim in his pool. Not that you did much swimming in the end.

You'd been so wrapped up in all the teasing and what hid beneath the layers of his clothes that you'd paid little attention to what you'd been wearing all day.

"Wasn't bad enough that I had to deal with the others today. You had me fighting off a fucking hard on top of it all too."

Your gaze instantly drops to his lap. By the looks of the thick imprint of his cock underneath his jeans he seemed to be done fighting it off.

The car slows into a turn and you realize that you don't recognize your surroundings, much more greenery around than what you're familiar with. You'd had your eyes off the road long enough for him to divert from the route to your house, detouring off a backroad and into an unfamiliar clearing thickly nestled by trees and forestry.

You bite down on your lip to stem the grin that threatens to erupt on your face. This was much better than you'd been hoping for and happening much faster than you could stand to wait.

Pulling into the isolated space, he cuts the engine, car going completely still. "Come here", but he's already pulling you with forceful a hand curled around the back of your neck before you have a chance of following through yourself. It's ungainly how you fumble with unbuckling your seatbelt as it presses uncomfortably against your chest but you manage to unfasten it, leaning further over the console to get closer to him.

You whine when he latches onto your neck, sucking at the skin there not at all gently. If the taste of lake water and sunscreen still lingered on your skin, he showed no sign of it. At least not any sign of disliking it as his tongue licked over your skin and his teeth dragged close to your pulse. When he pulls away you can feel the wet warmth of the fresh hickey blooming on your skin and your heart beating in time with the subtle throbbing there.

It wasn't hard to imagine what it looked like. Deep and dark and reminder of who you belong to. "You're not covering it up this time, understand?", he tells you and you nod. As if you'd want to hide it.

He leans over you then and you retract into your seat to make room for him, back pressed firmly against leather. Steve's intention becomes clear when he pulls at the lever to adjust your seat. You squeak when it reclines abruptly and he climbs over you to push it all the way down.

"Get these off. Now", he orders you, not unkind but firm, pulling at the hem of your damp t-shirt and the waistband of your shorts. He's impatient but so are you, wiggling around and maneuvering your limbs messily underneath him as he helps you to peel the clothing off.

You manage to toe you shoes off as well, elbows and knees bumping Steve and parts of the interior until you're left in just your bikini. The frantic rush suddenly halts and things slow down when he runs a finger down your sternum until he reaches the little strap just below your breasts, hooking his finger into it. " 'Played dirty all day, didn't you honey? had your fun while I all I could do was sit back and watch?", he tugged, the bottom curve of your breasts becoming visible as the material slips.

"Couldn't help it", you breathe out, hands sliding up his biceps. " I like it when you get mean", you confessed softly, eyes all big and glossy and wanting. He laughs, hair falling over his forehead. "I know, baby. Gonna take my time getting back at you". He's done with the gentle interval, yanking your bikini down to expose your tits. You yelp, not because it was unexpected but because he'd done it a little harder than you had expected. A welcome roughness that made your core feel sticky.

He's all over you, weight pressing down on you as you writhe under him, gasping as he marks you up. More fresh bruises to match the one on your neck are peppered across your breasts first before his lips trail hot on your stomach and then your hips and your thighs. The noises he's forcing out of you are needy and pathetic, high pitched, breathy whimpers and mewling cries of his name all tumble from your lips until he pulls away to look over his work.

You're left panting as he appraises you, eyes raking all over in search of more space to fit another hickey or two. "Never looked better, babe", he sits back on his knees, grinning happily. "On second thought...", he grips your waist, encouraging you to turn around and get on your knees. You scramble to get into position, pulling loose the knot on your bikini top and tossing it towards the back seat so that it no longer hangs limply on you in a tangled mess. You grab at the headrest, bare tits pressing against leather as you arch your back for him and present your ass. "Now you've never looked better", he scoffs, open palm landing on your left cheek with a swift slap.

"Shit! please just fuck me already, Steve", you whine, beyond the point of playing dumb and coy.

He pulls your bottoms to the side, thumb brushing against your soaking entrance as he lets out a low whistle. It's a little strange being almost completely nude in his car like this. You usually had a little more clothing bunched around you on the off chance the rocking vehicle might attract any passersby's attention. It makes you feel that much more vulnerable. Hidden but still technically in public. Still at risk of being discovered.

It's all so terribly exciting.

The distinct jangle of his belt being undone makes your spine tingle and the crude sound of him spitting onto his palm before he tugs on his cock a makes you clench.

"Not gonna go easy on you", he warns, catching your eye when you look back at him over your shoulder.

"I can take it", you challenge him and you can tell by the way the corner of his mouth twitches against the smirk he's trying to force away that he liked it.

He places one hand on your hip and the other on the foggy window pressing his cock into you in one slow thrust.

"That's my girl"

---

The next day you anticipate Robin's reaction when she pretends to barf at the sight of the hickeys on your neck and you giggle, amused because you know never to take it seriously.

Eddie's slower to notice because the first thing he does is climb into the back seat of Steve's car after it's been parked, claiming to have dropped his lighter there yesterday.

"Did you find it?", Steve calls out behind him when he joins you and Robin as you get ready to head into a nearby burger joint for lunch.

There's a suspicious pause and some rustling before he finally yells out an answer.

"Nope! Found something better though"

Kicking open the door, Eddie barrels out with your bikini top sloppily thrown on over his shirt, batting his lashes at Steve like some kind of parody of a lovestruck cartoon.

You're too entertained by it to be embarrassed though you can't say the same for Steve who's turned completely red, placing a hand over your mouth as you snicker.

Puckering his lips, the metalhead makes eyes at your boyfriend and you double over with laughter while Robin rolls here eyes and makes her way inside, having had her fill of Eddie's theatrics.

"Come on big boy, fancy another round in the back seat?"

[kiame-sama]

how waterproof is sebby? and on that note are any characters averse to getting wet?

Very. He has strong crocodilian genes and can swim as well as any other crocodilian. Due to his double coat, his skin under the fur-like scales rarely becomes wet due to the insulation of his double coat.

Ruggie isn't overly fond of water and will loudly complain when wet. Vil likes a spritzing or a misting, but loathes to be completely waterlogged because it takes so long to dry his feathers, he will still soak himself in the shower but he isn't happy about it. Jack isn't fond of soaking himself due to how long it takes to dry his fur and others don't like when Jack is soaking because of the wet-dog smell. Crowley LOUDLY bitches about being water-logged and will indignantly caw when it is raining. Rain makes it very hard for Harpies to fly but not difficult at all for Sirens.

[farter-imperator]

Since we all know how much I love whumping Dew...

Dew's heats are hell.

They're not sexy in the slightest. They used to be, back when he was a water ghoul, but something changed in the makeup of his body after he changed essences, and now heats are just a week long hell for him.

He usually gets about a week's prewarning before his heat hits. He knows it's coming when his chest is so sensitive he almost cries at the feeling of his partners playing with it, and when he keeps getting told off by his packmates for 'snapping', even though he hadn't realised he was so pissed off.

He knows exactly when his heat hits, because he'll be struck by an almighty cramp that makes his guts feel like they're twisting around themselves, caught in a vice. Normally it hits during the night, when he's thankfully alone, but it's happened during the day, only a few times. He'd dropped to his knees and his packmates had been so concerned the first time that they carried him straight to the infirmary, just to be told that he was in heat.

Dew doesn't get horny during his heat. At all.

He used to, back when he was a water ghoul. Water ghouls are famed for their wetness (obviously) and Dew would somehow wreck even the waterproof sheets with how wet he would get during heats.

Nowadays, he still soaks through the sheets, but it's with sweat rather than slick. He has high fevers, above what is lethal for a human, burning up like a furnace as he lays in bed, surrounded by a puddle of sweat.

With the stomach aches he has, too, there's no question why he isn't horny. The pain gets so intense that all he can do some days is lay on his side in the fetal position, his arms wrapped tight around his waist, and cry. He doesn't want anyone up in his business when he's like this.

Swiss tried, once, just to see if it would ease Dew's pain. It did not. And he ended up with a slightly burnt cock for his efforts.

He's not very sociable during his heats. He prefers to lock himself in his room and deal with the heat alone, not wanting the pity from his packmates. However, his packmates always seem to come and sit by him anyways. Damn Sunny and her lockpicking skills.

Cumulus helps him sip at some broth when he has no appetite, then strokes his hair and holds the bin when the cramps get so bad that the broth comes straight back up.

Aether tries to use his quintessence on him, but it doesn't put a dent in the amount of discomfort Dew's in. He can't even get him to sleep with his quintessence when he's at the peak of his heat.

Cirrus offers a cooling touch with her air essence. She'll rest her hand on his forehead and his brows will relax, his glazed-over eyes drooping in pleasure as he cools down ever so slightly for the first time in days.

Mountain trims some herbs for Dew and strains them into a tea that Dew doesn't drink. He also offers companionship. He sits by the bed, on the floor, in complete silence, his pinky finger linked with Dew's. He knows that Dew gets headaches during his heat, and he knows that he wouldn't like to be talked at when he's in this much pain, anyways.

Rain helps with Dew's hydration. Dew has no appetite or thirst like this, but with the amount he's sweating, he needs to keep his water intake up. They figured out a few hears ago that Dew had small patches of skin over his body that hadn't quite transitioned to fire ghoul, where he could take in water through his skin. Rain holds his hands over these patches and transfers some of the water from his essence to Dew this way, to ensure he doesn't get too dehydrated.

Copia worries. He stands by the doorway, unsure if he should bother his little devil. Sometimes he goes in, only after Dew weakly calls for him. He sits on the edge of the bed, strokes Dew's hair, works out all the tangles with his fingers. Dew will hold onto his wrist tight, as if he's steadying himself against the way that the room spins. Copia tries to soothe him the best he can. He doesn't really know how to help in this situation. He absolutely hates seeing him in this much pain, they all do.

[alpineshift]

let's goooo with 21! 💕

your wish is my command 💕💕 (I made this kind of spooky, I hope that's okay! I was feeling the vibes 👻)

[21] a chilly cave hidden behind a waterfall

The energy is strange here.

Nico doesn't know how to explain it; it just is. Ever since they'd set up camp at the edge of fjord and put the pegs of their research tents in the earth, Nico has felt watched the whole time.

Not in a stalker kind of way. But observed, unnervingly like a specimen under a microscope, his every move scrutinized with scientific curiosity and his every breath measured against a scale he doesn't understand.

The others don't seem to notice. Jack, especially, is in chipper spirits in spite of his absolutely heinous jet lag. He's chugging coffee like it's water, and driving Luke crazy with the speeds at which they're depleting their instant mix.

"Ration restock isn't for another three weeks," he'd snapped, snatching the bag from a pouting Jack's hands. "Stop drinking everything."

Jack's restless, almost maniacal energy quickly becomes Nico's problem, day and night, because nobody can keep up with Jack's enthusiasm for exploration. (Not that anyone does know what goes on in their shared tent either. Luke especially doesn't need to know.)

Nico can see the relief in the team's eyes when he volunteers them to take on the cave behind the waterfall. It's a trek up the cliff, a ways away from camp, and not a particularly appealing site. But it needs to be mapped, Jack's excited, and Nico figures a couple hours spent hiking will be a good workout for them both.

"Can't wait to get some samples in these babies," Jack says happily, wiggling the little cooler at Nico as they heft themselves up behind the icy spray. It's fucking cold, the bone-biting kind of chill, and the cave is dark and wet and makes Nico feel like they've entered another dimension.

"Careful," he cautions, glancing at the deep, undisturbed pools scattered around them. Natural sunlight is scarce, leaving the cave in a sad gloom. Jack waves him off; he's already somehow missing the red waterproof cuff on his left sleeve, either lost somewhere on the mountain or lying in his cot back at base.

Nico sighs, fond, and opens his mouth to offer his own cuff for Jack, but his (boyfriend? fwb? coworker? best friend?) research partner has already spotted a particularly favoured spot and is happily digging through lichen for samples.

The white noise of the waterfall fades away as Nico wanders deeper into the cave. There's a strange muffling effect around him as he walks, dampening his steps around the pools. These ones are deeper, darker, older. Nico shivers. His skin is buzzing. He's agitated--something is just off about this cave.

His boot slips on a damp section of rock, and Nico curses as his whole foot sinks into a pool and dislodges a few stones in the water. The rocks tumble away, piece by piece in slow motion, towards the bottom of the pool.

That's when the spot of colour catches Nico's eye, and every part of him seizes up in fear--and the realization that something is very, very not right.

Tucked between the freshly surfaced rocks, even though there was no possible way it could be here, is a very familiar red waterproof cuff.

it’s almost hockey season again! send me a jacknico prompt?

[silverstream2]

Notes for DMC fic that I'll hopefully write eventually. Maybe.

-Morag (Modeus and Baul's mom) living on a cold beach in the Underworld, having her little camp/shack area in the bones of a great sea demon that used to live in that area. They had a little territory dispute when she first moved in there. She won. So she ate it, and then tanned the skin into something sturdy and waterproof, and uses that as a tarp and the demon's bones as struts to keep the worst of the wind and the rain and the snow off of her. That and maybe whatever is left of an old whaling ship she was sailing on. Maybe what she sailed on to get to this beach, or maybe something that she originally took from the Human Realm when she was out raiding (and killed and ate the crew, obviously) that got dragged into the Underworld somehow. Maybe when Sparda sealed the Underworld off from the Human Realm, or maybe just on its own.

It's still not a very nice place. There's probably some Sargasso around, the damn pests. Even without them, the place is cold, wet, rocky, and forlorn- which fits Morag's mindset by this point just fine.

She already had some power over ice and the sea, but eating the great sea demon and absorbing its power bumped her strength over those elements even further. Now, in a fight, if she's motivated enough, she can crack through the layer of ice on the frozen sea and whip the ocean up into a maelstrom around her. She moves like water, when she actually cares about something enough to fight- calm and cool one minute, then pounding down in a torrent the next.

-The face of Credo's demon form eventually looking more like an actual face (his face), with lips that move (and sharp fangs), rather than just not moving when he talks (always reminded me of a mask or a helm, because of that, like something Credo just puts on to do his duty to the Order and Sanctus, but isn't really HIM).

[17oh1]

He’s not there for Ekaterin at all when he visits her, he’s there for Alexi! (Miles thinks By is there courting Ekaterin, because he perceives any male within ten feet of her as a threat, but Ekaterin herself notes that Byerly “didn’t even pretend to be serious.”) ImpSec does indeed delay Miles telling Ekaterin about the murder rumor later on to have her place in it evaluated by an analyst (per Allegre), so a desk jockey evaluating her involvement is right; they’re also investigating her at that point for the first time, because they hadn’t been keeping an eye on her separately (though doubtless By’s passively-collected testimony from that earlier visit would be one of the data points in the analysis). Given how top-secret the whole business is it’s especially difficult to imagine them giving By any reason at the beginning to look at her too closely, since from a security perspective that would be creating the very problem they’re trying to avoid!

Meanwhile By and Alexi arrive and leave together from the Vorthys household, and two different POVs in the book observe that By appears to be cultivating Alexi specifically to a weird degree—presumably because Alexi is a pipeline to what’s going on with Boriz Vormoncrief and the conservatives, though their association doubtless also helps with hustling Richars.*

Here they are arriving and leaving together, plus Miles’s thought that By must be hanging around Alexi for his money:

"Ah, here's your driver at last," Byerly added. "Lend me your coat, Alexi; I don't wish to damp my lovely new suit. What do you think of it? The color flatters my skin tone, no?" "Hang your skin tone, By." "Oh, but my tailor assured me it does. Thank you. Good, he's opening the canopy. Now for the dash through the wet; well, you can dash. I shall saunter with dignity, in this ugly but inarguably waterproof Imperial garment. Off we go now . . ." Two sets of footsteps faded into the drizzle. […] "Vormoncrief first turned up a few days ago. I'm afraid he's a bit of a bore, poor man. Vorrutyer just came in with him this morning; I'm not sure he was exactly invited." "He's found a new victim to sponge off, I suppose," said Miles. Vorrutyers seemed to come in two flavors, flamboyant and reclusive; By's father, the youngest son of his generation, was a misanthropic pinchmark of the second category, and never came near the capital if he could help it. "By's notoriously without visible means of support."

Later, Ivan similarly observes that By is cultivating Alexi:

They slid into a table toward the back; a man in well-cut civvies lounging at the bar turned his head as they passed. Ivan recognized By Vorrutyer. Most town clowns didn't frequent the officers' bars, but By could turn up anywhere. He had the damnedest connections. By raised a hand in mock-salute to Vormoncrief, who, expansively, beckoned him over to join them. Ivan raised a brow. Byerly was on record as despising the company of his fellows who, as he put it, came unarmed to the battle of wits. Ivan couldn't imagine why he was cultivating Vormoncrief. Opposites attracting?

And they have this conversation shortly thereafter:

By smiled briefly with one side of his mouth. "Now, now. I was there. Vormoncrief bored her to tears." "Yes, but . . . maybe her situation isn't comfortable. Maybe she would take the first ticket out that was offered . . . wait, you? How did you come there?" "Alexi . . . leaks. It's a habit of his."

And then of course By is still continuing to hang around with Alexi after the disastrous dinner party, when he attends the dinner where Alexi et al. originally develop the slander against Miles—notable chiefly for the fact that By indicates he’s there because he was invited by Alexi, not Richars, even though Richars by that point already thinks By is spying for him on Dono:

"I went to a little private dinner with Alexi Vormoncrief last night," By began. "How exciting for you," growled Ivan. By waved his fingers. "It proved to have moments of interest. It was at Vormoncrief House, hosted by Alexi's uncle Count Boriz. One of those little behind-the-scenes love-fests that give party politics its name, you know. It seems my complacent cousin Richars heard about Lord Dono's return at last, and hurried up to town to investigate the truth of the rumors. What he found alarmed him sufficiently to, ah, begin to exert himself on behalf of his vote-bag in the upcoming decision in the Council of Counts. As Count Boriz influences a significant block of Conservative Party votes in the Council, Richars, nothing if not efficient, started his campaign with him."

Bujold also actually remarked on this on the listserv back in 1999, though I’m (shrug) at Word of God, in this case I honestly always just thought it was evident from the text! You can find this in the ACC Companion:

“A side note on Byerly Vorrutyer … I would draw your attention to his comment to Ivan in the bar: ‘Alexi … leaks.’ In my mind, By (counter-intelligence, remember) was following Alexi. I feel that Alexi, while loyal, has had some problems in the discretion department …” (LMB to the List, 15 Dec. 1999).

*Lately I have come to think that this may have in fact been “ordered by Gregor to spy on Boriz Vormoncrief and his party via the means available to him,” since Gregor’s reaction to By’s arrival at Vorhartung Castle would seem to imply that By actually did have an assignment directly from Gregor at the time on top of playing agent provocateur…

Komarr/A Civil Campaign Spoiler

I just realized that the reason Byerly was ‘courting’ Ekaterin in ACC was because ImpSec wanted a set of eyes on her private dealings. They didn’t know that Miles would marry her so quickly and probably wanted a more controllable/neutral pair of eyes on her behavior.

Miles says during his conversation with Allegre that ImpSec was never happy that Ekaterin was involved without being part of any chain of command. And Allegre asks Miles not to talk to Ekaterin until after his analysts can “evaluate her place in this.” I always thought that this would be a desk jockey looking through information, but now I think it’s By nosing around to see if she’s talking to any of the Conservative party.

[cognitosclowns]

Imagine AB getting an upgrade to be waterproof (once he's mobile and put together) and just surprising reader by hopping in the shower with them. Also maybe him realizing why some people take forever in the shower cause it immediately relaxes him.

IM BEING SPOILED WITH AB ASKS AAAAA <333.

SFW!! w/ nonsexual nudity

MSNDMSDN LISTEN HE ABSOLUTELY SCARES THE SHIT OUTTA YOU AT FIRST-

BECAUSE HE FORGOT TO TELL YOU HE UPGRADED HIMSELF SO,,, WHEN HE STEPS INTO THE SHOWER YOU START FREAKING OUT THINKING HE'S GONNA DIE??

HES cracking up laughing but YOU didn't find it very funny >:(((

just <33 gently cupping your face w/ a bunch of long kisses?? You slowly back up and before he knows it he's completely under the stream of the shower !!

'... ah.' he just kinda,, twists his hand around?? Feeling the water threading through his fingers, with these vv focused, curious eyes?? <333333

OR LIKE,, very slowly touching his hair bc the Texture Is Different, before immediately scowling about how its gotten all messy smdnsmdn. he might try fixing it to look decent before realizing its a hopeless endeavor </3

it really is a delightful thing to watch - he almost forgets you're there for a sec bc,, HES SO CAUGHT UP IN HOW NEW IT IS?? 

HIS FANS ARE GOING BATSHIT THE WHOLE TIME <333 not only bc,, its very warm but also the excitement?? like <33 the intimacy of it all makes him <33333

OH <33 he loves the difference in how your skin feels when its wet!! The,, slightly dragging slickness?? Like its smooth but also theres a bit of drag?? VERY INTERESTING SENSORY EXPERIENCE, EXPECT LOTS OF NICE TOUCHES AND CUDDLES. Drumming his fingers up your side, gently pinching skin and rubbing it in his fingers??? <3333

HE ALMOST LOSES HIS BALANCE ONCE OR TWICE BC,, he isn't used to how slippery it is, and is way too confident in his abilities. ‘perfect ai’ my ass, he nearly concusses himself twice when moving in to give you a kiss

<3333 he absolutely doesn’t wanna get out bc,, its so fucking cozy?? He can feel the steam congealing on his silicone skin its delightful and you’re with him and,, he doesn’t wanna move >:( you can’t make him