[A guy horny for a good fuck, indeed. Fjord's fingers find his face and Julian leans into the roughness of his touch, hands curling conspicuously inside the buttery leather of his gloves. The half-orc's voice goes guttural-gruff and Julian's heart beats hard in his chest, the low sound he makes one of unabashed - and undisguised - longing.
He leans in instead of back this time, bringing them that much closer--
--but gets the message. They in a simulator in a public space after all, not truly alone on the open waves with no one around to observe them. He lets his sound of longing turn to one of ambitions cruelly thwarted, instead. Despite that, the look on his face-- it's all flirt.]
I can't make any promises, but I'll try to reign myself in.
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He leans in instead of back this time, bringing them that much closer--
--but gets the message. They in a simulator in a public space after all, not truly alone on the open waves with no one around to observe them. He lets his sound of longing turn to one of ambitions cruelly thwarted, instead. Despite that, the look on his face-- it's all flirt.]
I can't make any promises, but I'll try to reign myself in.