[ For a long moment, Yamato's eyes are wide, and it seems like his mind is moving fast enough to make his eyeballs rove a little in his head. The young man's jaw is somewhat slack, and the scent continues to spiral like it's out of control. It feels like he's watching the world in slow motion, something that makes his heart race. Why can't it be everything?
( It's... ah, well, she is his mother, technically. That feels like forever ago. And there's the matter of that other man - ) but he... when they're together. That's... ]
I... I could write up a little rulebook, even.
[ Not that it wouldn't be fun to change it on the fly, but as he comes to that realization, he finds the idea of it, even if it's not inherently sexual, makes his eyes swim with pride, makes something with him, something that demands submission, feel that much more potent, that much stronger ]
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( It's... ah, well, she is his mother, technically. That feels like forever ago. And there's the matter of that other man - ) but he... when they're together. That's... ]
I... I could write up a little rulebook, even.
[ Not that it wouldn't be fun to change it on the fly, but as he comes to that realization, he finds the idea of it, even if it's not inherently sexual, makes his eyes swim with pride, makes something with him, something that demands submission, feel that much more potent, that much stronger ]