continued from here for @wolf-at-worlds-end:
“What-- No!” Atreion’s jaw dropped, face immediately flushing brilliant pink. With his hair, it looked liken he might burst into flame at any moment, and he shook his head vehemently, voice risen to a high-pitched yelp.
“That’s not what I--- What I was asking was--- I’ve never even tried to...”
Gods, maybe Venus was right: Atreion felt painfully naive, all their bravado swept away under Raserei’s level gaze. Was that what she expected? Was that what he expected? That Atreion would just...? He flushed even deeper, hiding his face in his hands.
Atreion wasn’t an idiot. They knew what sex was. They were a nature deity, for fucks sake -- of course they knew. But that was the extent of it. Just knowing it existed. Other than a few archaic books and the giggling gossip of the nymphs, Atreion hadn’t a damn clue.
And yet here sat Raserei, talking about bending him over--
Atreion squeaked, peeking through their fingers.
“Aren’t there... you know... steps before that part?”
