Albrecht

The old stallions tension eases with the sound of the others hesitant acceptance. He smiles into the strangers shaggy, golden flank, savoring the warmth against his muzzle, the pressure of a touch that doesn't immediately pull away, though it does drift soon after - slowly, gently. Bereft of that pleasure, his grizzled head cocks, watching the pegasus reposition himself, and for a moment he's at a loss, unable to discern the mans meaning between his own relative inexperience and the sudden distraction of velveteen lips brushing all too near his groin, forcing the blood from his head to his other head at breakneck speed. When it finally dawns on him what those ginger steps are meant to signify he laughs, surprised.

"You'll crush me you know." He sidesteps, seeking to press himself head to tail against the other stallions side, ducking his head to slip beneath the folded wing separating them if allowed. He anticipates bending himself to the others shape, bowing his neck to fit into the curve of those tawny haunches. When was the last time he felt such an encompassing touch, he wonders, but he doesn't wish to recall, instead pushing away all else but the sensations of the moment, letting his eyes close to the world outside their shared pocket of warmth.

He contemplates using his magic simply to force the other stallion to reconsider, but there's a pleasure in his willingness, or maybe just in the absence of guilt on his unruly conscience. Either way, he lets the magic slip away from him before giving it purpose, the energy dissipating harmlessly around them. "I suppose there are worse ways to go." He breathes low, a new idea stealing across his features in a mischievous grin.

His tail sweeps to the side, aiming to lash across the mans broad chest, made even broader by the added musculature of wings tying into his fore-end, while his muzzle dips lower, lips pursed to skim across the downy fur of the mans underside, pausing against the tiny knot of his navel, licking away the salt that's accumulated there. Would a woman even know to seek out such a spot, he wonders, posing a choice to the stranger with his actions. You can have that, thinks brazenly, still seeking to wrap his tail around those burly shoulders, or you can have this, and he exhales a heated breath, fully aware of just how close he is to the mans outstretched anatomy.



"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // @Graasvoel