[Taryon sits up and pulls both sides of his open shirt over his torso, not buttoning it, but giving him some sense of being dressed. His lower half is as naked as before, but the fold of the shirt fabric covers just enough of his junk that he can pretend otherwise.]
Hm. [He stares at the floor before him, still processing what happened. It's similar to the time when Dorian had him pinned to his workbench and tortured him until he begged to come, but Taryon couldn't think of arguing back while charmed. What if he wanted to stop? Did the enchantment truly drop if he was too uncomfortable?
Dorian is a saint to treat him so gently.] I...uh...I think I could use a hug. Just for a moment. [Taryon loves cuddling, and he figures that will get him to relax.]
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Hm. [He stares at the floor before him, still processing what happened. It's similar to the time when Dorian had him pinned to his workbench and tortured him until he begged to come, but Taryon couldn't think of arguing back while charmed. What if he wanted to stop? Did the enchantment truly drop if he was too uncomfortable?
Dorian is a saint to treat him so gently.] I...uh...I think I could use a hug. Just for a moment. [Taryon loves cuddling, and he figures that will get him to relax.]