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Parsa scrolls through his feed one handed, video after video passing in front of his eyes. It's all so boring. Corny captions over cut clips. He scrolls through his following list instead, maybe he could pick a creator instead of looking at whatever the algorithm showed him. His eyes catch on one name in particular. Someone he always finds himself going back to again and again. Someone he's given way too much money to.

You.

He loves your content so much. Almost too much.

You're just so pretty, and you sound so sweet in every video.

He picks a video where you're in tight little boyshort panties and humping a pillow. He jerks off watching you, thinking about how you'd look underneath him.

Parsa cums with your name on his lips, his cum coating his phone screen, obscuring the video where you're still moaning like a whore riding the pillow.

He likes every post you make, commenting here and there making his presence known. He doesn't pay the dm fee to talk personally, it makes him too nervous.

A few days go by, you're still in his mind. Have been for too long.

You post about wanting new panties attaching photos asking for opinions on them. You post about the heat with a photo of your chest in a tank top attached, your nipples hard through the fabric. You post about being lonely, about how bad you want a real dick in you, how you haven't been properly fucked in too long.

Everyone vies for your attention. But he knows you live in the same area. In some exhibitionist posts he's recognized local areas. So he shoots his shot. He pays the fee and sends a message saying he could meet up with you and give you what you want.

Stupid giddy embarrassment overtakes him when you reply. Asking if he's serious. Asking how big he is. He pays you more to send a photo of his cock. You send a keysmash in response and he helps you start planning a meet up.

He can't believe it. You must really be needing it.

Parsa feels nervous and out of his depth when he meets at a cafe with you. You're so shy and bashful in person, and he wants you more than anything. But he's patient and polite, keeping all his dirty thoughts in his head.

You agree to meet up again later and he gets your address. And you're his next door neighbor.

The neighbor he never met is an Onlyfans model who he's so beyond down bad for.

He can't help but blurt it out when he sees your address. The part about being your neighbor that is. He promises it's a total coincidence and he had no idea, and it's a good thing you believe him because it's the truth. He's stunned, but you laugh it off and say then it will be easy for him to come by later.

You tidy up while you wait for him to arrive. You're all dolled up and pretty, made sure to use your favorite perfume, fruity, soft, always gets you compliments. He's sure to like it.

You rush to let him in when you hear the knock. "Hi," You chirp, stepping back to let him in. He's so much bigger than you in every way. It sends a thrill through you, thinking of the picture he sent, big cock framed by pubes and erect against a big tummy. He can't be lying you think. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Ja, what do you have?" Parsa follows you into the kitchen, drawing a hand over the top of your little dining table.

"Basic stuff, really." You say with a giggle, popping the fridge to show a couple beers, canned margaritas.

He takes a beer, and joins you in the living room on the couch. Just to get comfortable with each other you explain, sipping on your drink. You chat with him, and it seems almost innocent, casual. Then you notice the way he looks at you, eyes on your tits in your push-up bra, the v-neck top you where. You look openly at him too, in the button up shirt, open halfway, you look at his pants and can't discern anything.

"Do you wanna kiss?" You say with a giggle, noting the shy smile he gives you.

"Okay." He sets his beer down and pets your arm gently before leaning in.

His lips meet yours, soft and thick. He's careful, letting you lead. He moans when you deepen the kiss and his tongue touches your lips and he tastes your lip gloss. It's messy and dizzying and you almost lose yourself in kissing him. And you can feel yourself throbbing in your panties already. You shift closer, crawl almost into his lap, you can feel his hard cock.

"Come on. Come here." You say after pulling apart and giving him little teasing pecks. You take his hand and help him to his feet, leading him to your bedroom.

You'd put away most of your things, except for two bottles of lube and a vibrator on your nightstand and a tripod next to the bed.

"Are you going to film?" Parsa asks, glancing at the tripod, slowly shutting the door behind himself, eyes flitting around your room to take everything in. A room he had only seen in videos and never knew was so close.

"Maybe," You giggle, toying with the edge of your shirt. "If you're cool with it. Like, I haven't posted anything with another person and it's been soo long since I've been fucked.."

"Shit, you weren't lying, huh?"

You giggle and shake your head. "No, I really wasn't. You ready?" You ask with a grin, hooking your fingers into his belt looks when he steps closer.

"Fuck yeah, I've been ready," He admits, watching you undo his belt. "You're so hot, I know you hear it all the time, but it's true.."

You sigh, pawing at his belly, freeing it from where he had tucked it into his pants. "You're hot too." You run your hands over his soft, hairy skin, pushing his shirt up. He takes the hint, unbuttoning it.

You pet him for a few moments more, glancing up and finding him watching you with half lidded eyes, looking at you like he's never been touched like that before. Never so gratefully and truly enamored with his body. "I mean that," You sigh. "You've got a really nice body.." You undo his pants the rest of the way and push them down to get at his boxers, palming his bulge.

You groan at the sight of him when you pull him out of his boxers. Bigger than some of your toys for sure, thicker too, you think pumping your hand along his length. You give little kisses and licks to the tip as you stroke him.

"Mh, please.. I need to be in you." He pants, hand shaking slightly as he guides your head away.

You pout a little, not expecting him to turn down a blowjob.. But you nod, resolving to suck him off at some point. You're sure he wouldn't turn down future meet ups. "You're needy." You tease, pulling your shirt off.

He's speechless briefly, staring at your chest, as you unclip your bra and drop it. "Yeah, yeah.. You don't know how bad I've wanted this…"

"That's cute," You ease your skirt down and lean back on the bed. "C'mon then. If you want it…"

Parsa groans at your teasing, following you, tossing his shirt alongside your shirt and bra. He looks at you like he can hardly believe it, he looks so hungry for you at the same time. His hands slide up your legs gentle, then squeezes at your thighs, pushing them apart. He sighs heavily when he thumbs at the lace trim. "All for me? You got all dolled up for me?"

"Mhm. Got excited to be fucked by you.." You purr as he pulls them to the side gently.

"Oh fuck," He says with an exhale, pure need in his voice. You nudge his hands away and swiftly pull them off fully and he pushes your legs apart once your panties are off. "Fuck, your pussy's cute.."

You giggle at him and he groans at the sound. His thick thumb swipes slick from your cunt and he licks it off. "Ah-ah. If I couldn't suck your dick, you don't get to eat me out." You scold when you see the intent in his eyes, the way he starts ducking his head.

"Okay, okay.." He nods, getting his pants and boxers off, joining you on the bed finally. You pull Parsa down for a kiss, spreading your legs for him.

His hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, groping your tits, gathering slick before he touches your clit. You squeal into his mouth at that. He keeps kissing, messy and needy as he thumbs at your nipple. "You're so sexy, fuck, I've wanted you for so long.." he murmurs, trailing kisses to your neck, biting hastily.

You hum pleasantly, letting him bite and kiss and suck bruises into your neck. God, you're letting your neighbor bite you. Your neighbor who's a loyal subscriber to your porn. "Gonna give you something to post about.. You'd like that?"

"Yes..Please mark me up, that's so hot.." His mouth moves to your tits, lapping at your nipple before taking it in his mouth. His other hand still playing with your cunt, dipping a finger in, lazily rubbing your clit.

He pulls away after giving your chest a few open mouthed kisses for good measure. "You ready?"

"Please, Parsa. I need your cock in me so bad.." He moves in, rubbing his cock through the slick leaking from you. His hand rubs over your belly gently, holding you still as he sinks in slowly.

"Oh fuck.. fuck you feel so good… I can't believe this, I can't believe I get to fuck you.." He mumbles, sliding in all the way. He stares at where your bodies meet, that pretty cunt he's watched take so many toys, taking his cock to the base.

You whimper when he stalls out, begging him to start moving, stop being a tease. You can feel him throb inside you, and it's just perfect. You needed this so bad. You find yourself excited at the thought that you had a willing man next to you this whole time. Excited to have him fuck you whenever you want.

"Mm, come on, I can handle more than that. You know I can. Fuck me harder, I know you want to." You purr, grinding yourself into him.

He groans, picking up the pace. "I don't..Want to finish too soon…" Those big hands of his grip your hips tight, fingers digging into your soft body.

Your eyes roll at how fast he's going now. "Don't worry about that, I'll just make sure you keep going if you do."

His hips slam against you. He's so big and your legs are spread so wide around him. His pace falters for half a moment, but he keeps going. "You feel so good," He bites out, eyes heavy and lustful as he gazes at you, watching your tits bounce with every thrust. "I'm cumming, fuck.." You can feel every throb of his fat cock, pumping cum in you.

Your content brain kicks in, eyes darting around until you spot your phone on the nightstand. "Oh, please..Can you film it for me, baby? Wanna show everyone your cum in me.." You pant, looking up at him pleadingly.

He nods, spotting your phone as well and grabbing it to start a video. Pulling out to show your cunt leaking his cum before pushing back in, groaning at the feeling. He's still hard as he starts thrusting again, still recording too. You give the camera a little broken smile when he pans up, moaning as he fucks his cum deeper.

"Always wanted to do this," He breathes, pressing your leg up, getting deeper in you. "Dreamt of fucking you myself, filming it too.."

"Mmhm? You're lucky..!" Your giggle trails into a soft moan. You slide the phone out of his hands after a couple minutes, telling him to focus on you.

He obliges, moving a hand to rub your clit, almost gentle, like he still can't believe he gets to touch you. You reach down, guiding his fingers how you want them, showing him how you like. Surely, he must know if he's watched so much of you content.

God your next door neighbor has watched you fuck yourself countless times. That's so thrilling. "I can't believe you never heard me!" A particularly rough thrust knocking the words out of you.

"Would've come over much sooner if I had.." He says, almost a growl, giving another hard thrust just to hear you moan.

The idea that he would've come knocking on your door if he had heard you moaning and crying as you fucked yourself on some big toy… You're not sure what's more dizzying, that, or how deep he's fucking you. He's almost got you bent in half, big hands pushing you however he wants. You can almost swear he's hitting your cervix, so big, so deep there's almost an ache in you.

"Oh," Parsa purrs, watching your expression twitch when he says that, your lips wanting to smile, the whimper that squeaks out of you. "You'd like that huh? Such a needy slut you would've liked me to come over and have my way with you?"

You nod openly. You had been begging for someone to fuck you! Of course you would've liked that…

"I'm close.." You gasp and he starts rubbing your clit faster.

"Cum around me, god I need that.." He keeps thrusting, biting his lip as he stares down at you.

You cry out, legs shaking as you cum, walls pulsing around his cock, and he fucks you through the orgasm. "You're so hot, I'm close too, gonna cum again… Gonna fill you up so good.." His hips only stop moving once he's cumming, filling you with another load.

You pull his face close when he falls on his forearms, kissing him. "Thank you." You mumble against his lips, kissing him again.

"Slut needed to be fucked?" Parsa asks, it's demeaning but he fucked you too good for you to care. You just nod and keep kissing him.

You push your phone into his hands when he pulls out, asking him for a picture. You stick your tongue out when he takes a photo of you, pleasantly fucked out, then his thick fingers part your cunt and he takes a picture of his cum leaking from you. You kiss his cheek when he settles next to you, he watches you snap a picture of the hickey.

Working at the hybrid aquarium and rehabilitation center was the best choice you had made within the past five years. You had been volunteering when you were offered a job. You took it of course! It was a fun and fulfilling job! You got hands on experience with so many different animals and hybrids. Helping them go on to live better lives if and when possible. Some prefer to stay at the facility, happy enough in containment not having to fight or work for food.

Sometimes though, you couldn't help but feel some of your tasks were above your pay grade. You were happy to lead the guided tours around, introducing people to resident mers and hybrids, letting people pet and interact with the stingrays. You don't mind having to give medicine to the sick mers, you don't even mind cleaning out and prepping the quarantine tanks.

But just sometimes you weren't sure what you were doing at this job. Some things you felt so unqualified for.

Like today. While you had some experience caring for the animals and hybrids medically, most of that was just being handed a dose of medicine and told to give it to one of them. You were kind of unprepared to accompany one to the doctor, as it were. Even though you were pretty close with Joost, the mer in question, you weren't supposed to make friends with any of the hybrids especially those set to be released eventually. But you couldn't help it, Joost was such a friendly critter.

Joost had come to the center after getting attacked and needing a few stitches on his abdomen, he was mostly good now, the stitches had come out and he seemed in good spirits. Usually. Apparently he had been acting lethargic and complaining about pain and kept getting brushed off as a tummy ache.

So, you were there to keep him company and make sure he didn't freak out at being examined. He flopped over the edge of his pool, pouting because he was pulled up from the bottom for the check up. He had little interest in talking so you let him be and wait for the doctor.

They come in hauling a cart behind them, and starts tending to Joost after a few pleasantries are exchanged. The doctor easily checks all his vitals and finds them good, except for a slight high temperature. They ask him to go belly up so they can investigate him, he whines and grabs your hand when the doctor starts palpating his abdomen, moving lower and lower as he indicates. The doctor discusses his symptoms and what has truly been going on with him recently. They speak softly into a walkie talkie, before excusing themself for a moment.

Joost wiggles and pulls himself out of the water while they're gone, hauling himself onto your lap without second thought. He whines about wanting to go back to his little area. The doctor sighs a little when they return and the mer is wrapped around you, you've got your legs in the water, you having ditched your shoes and socks and rolled up your pants to do so.

The doctor returns with another employee who holds a plastic case in one hand and a small bottle about half full of something blue. The two of them talk together quietly setting up the device and you stay sitting there with Joost, who's still all up in your lap, lower half twisting uncomfortably in the water. The doctor requests Joost at the edge again, introducing their partner as a tech, the person who can interpret the scans.

The device is explained as a portable ultrasound machine, the tech talks him through the procedure, touching it to his skin and showing what it will feel like to make sure he's okay with it before proceeding. You end up basically on your belly, holding his tail up while the doctor moves the gel coated probe over his abdomen, the tech watching the ultrasound itself.

He whines and covers his face, embarrassed surely, you think. He's being felt and examined by so many people, it must be embarrassing. Especially when the tech describes what they're seeing. Apparently the stress of the injury and coming to the center was so great that Joost's body started creating pearls, they explain the science of it but you kind of just tune it out on accident.

The gist of it being the pearls are what is causing him pain and discomfort and have to be extracted. He shakes his head and yelps at the prospect of surgery, to which the doctor kind of shrugs and says he has to get them out somehow. Explaining the easiest way besides surgery would be sexual arousal, orgasm would force the pearls out of his body. They offer maybe he can take care of it himself, or another medical professional will. He mumbles that he'll figure it out and the tech and the doctor and tech both pack up and leave.

You're pulling on your shoes when he speaks again. "Can you help?" Joost asks gently, peering up at you, one hand grabbing the edge, the other rubbing and soothing the pain.

"You sure?" You ask, uncertain. You weren't supposed to get close, weren't supposed to let them bond with you. But you were far beyond that at this point.

He trills a little and nods. "Mh, please? I don't want the doctors to do it, it would be all..Clean, weird." Sterile, he means. His brows furrow and pinch together in the cutest way.

You just can't say no to that face.. "Okay, I'll see if I can come in early tomorrow."

"Thank you," He grins, webbed fingers grasping at the air, beckoning you close. He grabs your face and plants a kiss on your lips when you do. "Thank you, thank you."

The next morning, you arrive early, before the center opens to the public. Joost is already up and on the sun shelf when you get there. "Hi, hi, hallo!" He chirps, giving a crooked grin.

"Hi, Joost, how are you feeling?" You ask gently, kneeling at the side.

"It still hurts, but you'll help, ja? Help me?" He grasps your hand in both of his, giving the back of your hand a couple kisses.

"That's why I'm here. How do you wanna start?" You feel almost awkward, but he knows you better than the doctors.

"Need you to touch me, please. Please.." He rolls over, hands stroking down his own body.

You watch him pause, fingers pressing into a slit in the scales. "Here, please.." You can't help the sharp inhale as he uses two fingers to spread open the slit, catching a glimpse of the pink of his walls.

It's so erotic, this sweet mermaid begging for your touch because he hurts so bad, holding himself open, begging for your touch. "Fuck. Yeah, okay." You nod, thinking how you can get closer. You decide to go get your wetsuit, promising you'll be right back.

A coworker spots you at your locker, asking what's up, and you say simply you have to help in one of the tanks. It's not a lie. They nod and let you go to change.

Joost trills when he sees you coming. "Look so nice," His tail wiggles in excitement. "You'll come in with me?"

You laugh softly, eyeing him up and down, spotting how his slit looks puffier now, his fingers playing along the line of it. "Yes, I'm coming in. Silly…" You ease yourself into the water, it's pleasantly warm. The mer comes right up to you, purring as he touches you.

"Missed you.." He murmurs, grasping your face and bumping his forehead against yours.

Maybe you had gotten a little too close and visited Joost in his recovery pool a little too often…

"I missed you too," You sigh with a smile when he smooches your cheek. "How do you wanna do this?"

You hadn't gone this far in your relationship with the mer, maybe that was part of why he was stressed out.

Joost hums in thought, before wiggling around, pressing his back to your chest, sitting between your legs. He takes your hand and guides it to his slit. "Please.." Is all he says, giving a whimper when your fingers dip inside.

You watch what you're doing over his shoulder, going between rubbing the swollen skin and dipping just inside. Mostly just mapping him out, you can see pink flesh showing from how aroused he is, hot and dripping wet too. You sigh as your fingers slip inside easily, and feel something else just inside, at the top of his slit. He whimpers and trills as you tease him, fingers petting deeper, investigating.

"Oh," You gasp softly, feeling something pressing at your fingers, and he gives a little please. "Oh my god.." Your fingers are swiftly pushed out by his cocks, two big soft cocks that flop on his tummy as they slide out.

You take them in your hands, feeling how thick and heavy they are. "Look at this, you keep all of this tucked away inside, huh? Never would've known.." You murmur, pumping them in your fists.

Joost trills and tosses his head back against your shoulder, his cocks pulsing in your grasp, the tips, soft and flexible, twist and squirm as your hands move down. It doesn't take long before both tips are squirting cum, and he's crying out, one of his hands desperately feeling inside himself. After a moment and a lot of loud desperate whining he's pulling out a small pearl.

"Here.." Joost says, pushing it into your hand, making you let go of his dicks.

"Oh, wow. How many did they say you have in there?" You ask, examining the pearl, not a perfect sphere, slightly oval shaped. You set it carefully on the edge of the pool.

He groans when your hands return to his slit. "Mf… Fuck, I can't remember… Ten, I think."

"Okay, that's okay. We can do that, huh?" You slide your fingers in him, drawing this trilling whine out of him. He's so hot inside, his walls soft and squishy under your fingertips.

One hand focuses on gently fucking his slight while you jerk off one of his cocks with the other hand, he squirms between your legs. "You can't get overstimulated already, Joost. We just started, got nine pearls to get outta you." You shush his whimpering as he's overcome by another orgasm as you're thumbing at the tip of his dick. You work another pearl out, setting it aside before returning to business.

His tail thrashes as you continuing fingerfucking him, cramming three fingers in his soft, swollen slit, pumping them in and out. "Doing so good, oh there we are, good job," You purr, getting out two more. "Look at that.."

"I need a break, fuck…Please, please..." Joost pants, pulling at your hand.

"Come on.. We're almost halfway." You don't pull out but stroke his spasming walls gently.

"It's too much," He whines, he can't help the way his body pulls your fingers in deeper. "It's so good, oh fuck!" Chirps spill from him, these sweet noises, simply unable to hide how much he needs this.

The pearl slips out of him when he does get your fingers out. You give him a moment to breath, looking at the slick and cum that coats your hand. You indulge yourself and stick your fingers in your mouth, groaning at the taste of him, salty, like the seawater he lives in.

After about a minute, you return your hands to his needy body. "You ready?" You ask gently, getting a trilled out yes. He gasps sharply when your fingers slip back in, so easy like he's meant to be stuffed full.

You start slow again, two gently in and out of him, your other hand joining his around his cocks. Both of you working to get him off and get the pearls out. "So good, baby, you're doing so good." You get a sweet trill out of him with that, and another pearl.

You pick up your pace, jerking his cock and thrusting both fingers in and out, curling them here and there.

His muscles tense and his tail twists with his next orgasm, openly whimpering your name. He gushes around your fingers, unable to control it, two more pearls rush out of him as well. "Oh, good job..Only two left…" You put them aside and pull your hand out to focus on his cocks once more, since his hand fell away.

You jerk both of them off, watching the way he reaches down and parts his slit with both hands. He's whining and trilling, watching himself as well, watching the way his hole clenches around nothing. "So pretty…Fuck, I shouldn't be saying that but you are.."

He chirps your name, sweet and pathetic, as he cums. Right in front of your eyes, the last pearls pop out one by one out of him, as he's still holding himself open. His hands fall away after that, as he pants and whines from the sheer feeling. You let go of his cocks and grab the final pearls to set on the edge, returning your hand to stroke his slit, cooing praise into his ear. You take some of the water and splash it on him, making him gasp at the feeling, the warm water feeling almost cool against his hot wet slit.

"You did so good, oh my god. That was incredible." You rinse your hands in the water, though you yearn to lick the salty, fresh cum from your fingers. You let him come down from the overstimulation.

"Thank you," Joost wiggles and twists to face you, pulling you a little deeper into the water to hug and kiss you. "Thank you so much!" His eyes are half lidded and his cheeks are flushed and he's still so obviously aroused. But you know you can't do anything more now. Not right now. You feel so lucky having not been caught fingerfucking the mermaid stupid.

"You're welcome, baby," You shouldn't be calling him that, but it's kind of whatever at this point. "I have to get to work now, okay? I'll be back later."

He pouts but nods, kissing you again, and once on your cheek for good measure. "I'm keeping these." He giggles, scooping up the pearls.

"Yes, it's only fair. You made them after all." You laugh as well as you get out of the pool.

"I'll make them into something for you when I get out of here, ja? How's that sound?" Yeah, he's bonded hard, and you have too.

"That'd be so sweet. I gotta go now, bye." You return the kisses he blows and scamper from the room hearing an employee with a cart, coming with breakfast for the mer.

Royal!reader who goes in stubborn and displeased. they would rather have been courted by suitors, and that always seemed so stuffy and backwards.

well this was worse. betrothed to some man.

King!Joost who wasn't too pleased either. but who would surely have more confidence in the arrangement.

meeting each other for the first time, introduced before the wedding, and reader maintains their stubbornness though they cant help but think how handsome joost is. with his soft caring eyes, hair bleached a stark white and down to his shoulders. his strong body.

maybe it was a decision by joost's advisers. still a young king, but the decision he needed a public facing partner was made. maybe there were other kingdoms wanting to marry off royalty to a king. maybe he had a choice in the matter. who would be the best for politics, who he found the most appealing.

they sit in a small room, busy with other people, set to sign the papers together before the wedding. technically married, legally. but kept apart until the big ceremony is done.

so reader just has to think about the kind quiet man they met, the simple way he signed his name.

reader n joost both getting dolled up for the wedding. he'd be extra handsome in the suit he is dressed in. but reader wouldn't want to admit it. they dance and eat cake together, and he'd pout at how standoffish they are. reluctantly going through the motions. just performing, like theyve been trained to their whole life.

reader wouldn't want to give up their cozy chambers they've lived so long in to join joost in a new room. some of their things have been moved over, but it's not the same of course.

they'd be nervous to consummate the marriage. what if they weren't any good, what if he wasn't…

joost offers that they don't have to. but reader still stubborn insists they might as well. they've done everything else.

it's then they realize they cant keep the ruse up forever. or even much longer.

he's gentle and sweet, kisses their hands and their hair, their cheeks, asks if he can kiss their lips and he does so when reader agrees. he lets them lead the pace. they're cautious when they deepen the kiss and a soft noise escapes him.

he really is beautiful, they think, watching him undress. baring that broad chest, he's well furred. the hair covers his soft belly and trails into his pants. he is built like a king, his chest is strong and they can see the muscles in his arms as he stretches his body briefly. he helps reader out of their outfit, before continuing to undress himself, pulling his pants down while reader throws their under things off.

he wouldnt be able to help himself from praising them, calling them beautiful. he asks gently to touch them and they agree, biting back a noise when his hands touch their chest, fingers brushing their nipples.

joost would promise to be gentle, though part of him does not want to be. but that can wait he tells himself. he would wait to eat you out too, though he practically drools at the sight of you laid out on the bed.

he would make sure youre comfortable as he pushes inside your sensitive walls. waiting for permission before starting to thrust. your pleasure would come first, he would want to prove himself, prove that he can be a good husband. he'd make you cum on his cock twice before finishing inside you.

maybe it would be then, during the very first time you make love that you both realize you have a breeding kink. something in you aching to beg him to keep going, put another load in you. he'd whine, an almost pathetic noise as he pulls out to clean you up. mumbling to himself that you look good enough to eat. you dont encourage him though you yearn too.