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[crimeson]

[stills for a moment as wolfish instincts are like ARE WE GONNA FUCKING ALLOW THAT?

and then he relaxes even further, baring his throat to Lotor. yeah we fucking are that shit is HOT.]

[alienation]

[ I hope your werewolf is also a big masochist. ]

Good boy.

[ He doesn't bite him hard enough to draw blood, but he lightly kisses where he bit him as if to smooth it over anyway. ]

[crimeson]

[oh goddess. he likes being called a good boy. whinessss, reaching up to knead at his shoulders.]

[alienation]

[ Against his skin: ]

We won't get very far with all of this between us.

[ CLOTHES. HE'S WEARING SPACE ARMOUR. ]

[crimeson]

Trueee~ Whaddya wanna do about it, darlin'?

[alienation]

[ Did randy buy his orange clothes back yet. Or is it his prison uniform. This is important. ]

[crimeson]

[he's in his purple stripes.]

[alienation]

We're starting with you.

[ Your clothes are much easier to get off.

He's already starting to pull his shirt upwards. ]

[crimeson]

[laughs and streeetches his arms above his head helpfully. enjoy those scarred muscles.]

[alienation]

[ Begone shirt. At least he doesn't throw it far. ]

Hmmmm.

[ It's a pleased sort of hum, at least. ]

[crimeson]

Just hmmm?

[alienation]

Not just. You have a beautiful body.

[ Now he's gently tugging on the waistband of his pants. ]

[crimeson]

I do like that better.

[arching, putting his weight on his shoulders to help get his pants off.]

[alienation]

[ If he pulls them off slowly, it's because he's enjoying the sight a little.

Then he drops his pants down on top of his shirt and lays his gloved hand on the inside of Randy's thigh. ]

[crimeson]

[so. some important things.

1) randy goes commando. or at least has been in his prison clothes.
2) he is Hung, even for a man of his side.
3) he parts his thighs eagerly, not at all shy about showing off for Lotor.]

[alienation]

[ So humans really just look like this... he lightly strokes his thigh for a moment, studying him with a small smile, and then has to let go to reach his arms behind his own back. There's a seam there, where his bodysuit can open. ]

[crimeson]

[sitting up.]

Can I help?

[alienation]

[ He takes the armour bits off, setting them aside, then turns around. When he brushes his hair forward, Randy can see the hidden seam, with probably something like a zipper. But fancy because it can withstand space. But still something undoable from behind. ]

[crimeson]

[he's a clever boy and very motivated, getting space zipper adjacent thing worked out and pulled down as far as he can.]

[alienation]

[ He gets to see a whole lot of bare skin before Lotor turns back around, letting the suit fall down to his hips.

He's pushing Randy back down now. ]

[crimeson]

[laughing and eagerly spreading his legs again, welcoming Lotor between them and above him.]

[alienation]

You'll have to forgive me for not being properly prepared for this sort of thing.

[ Looking

at

his claws. ]

[crimeson]

[chuckles.]

S'fine, I don't mind showing off. I've gotta invest in some lube to keep in my pocket.

[rANDY,]

[alienation]

[ IN YOUR POCKET. JUST IN CASE. ]

What an interesting person you are. [ Horny. He means horny. ] I'll leave it to you, then.

[ He says that but he's not just going to stand there, and drops his hand down to take Randy into it, being especially careful to not prick anything... sensitive. ]

[crimeson]

You caaan still help.

[reaching up to cup his cheek, a thumb tapping his lower lip.]