"Mortals are so prudish," Winter giggled. "There is nothing to be ashamed of, Hex."
Grinning, Winter pulled the oversized shirt off and rose to his feet, bouncing naked on the bed. "You should embrace your passions, Hex! I was robbed of mine, but I'm learning to love them, and as I do, I do so openly and proudly."
"Fair enough, mate, because the way you don't has me a bit speechless. Like right now. You'r bloody naked and snuggling close, but I've got no impression you'd like a go. But that's like tip numero uno for a motal to he can make a move," he said,, reaching to touch Winter's fine, soft skin.
"A...go. You know. Have sex," he said, awkward in the face of Winter's
obvious innocence. He felt like a brute. Like he had no right to touch
something so light and pure.
"Oh," Winter said quietly. "No, you're right, I wouldn't want that. You are very handsome Hex, and very kind... But, I do not believe I am ready to be touched that way again."
There was just something in the way Winter said that that made Hex really,
really stop. Maybe it was the tone of his voice or the look on his eyes or
the slope of his shoulders. All that, or none of it.
"My master, Aspid- He used to touch me that way. I didn't like it, but I
was his, I had no say. ...Now I am free though. I can say no if I want,"
Winter said quietly.
"Oh my god," Hex said softly, easing way just a little bit more. "If I'd
known I'd have never even put you in a position to need to say no. I'm
sorry, Winter. I...I'm sorry."
Everything for Hex, when it came to sex at least, revolved around
permission and consent. He couldn't think of anything more vile that
breaking someone's trust by doing anything without permission or consent.
"It's just...me. Just a mortal thing, I reckon," he said, not really
wanting to talk about Winter's suffering, nor his own hangups. He was
horrified at the very thought that Winter had been a slave. And a slave
like...well, not the sort of slaves he knew about.
Winter made a soft cooing sound, wriggling his way closer to Hex again and
settling in.
"Mortals are so odd," he said again, yawning loudly and searching for the
covers. "We should sleep, Hex. Let's not invite nightmares by speaking of
the past."
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Grinning, Winter pulled the oversized shirt off and rose to his feet, bouncing naked on the bed. "You should embrace your passions, Hex! I was robbed of mine, but I'm learning to love them, and as I do, I do so openly and proudly."
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"What I like...not everyone does," he admitted. "So it makes me a bit bashful to talk about it. Being gay, admitting that, that was hard enough."
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"The way mortals need to label their love baffles me," Winter replied, bouncing a bit more, then sitting again.
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Winter trusted Hex enough now that he didn't move away from the touch.
"A go at what?" he asked innocently, unfamiliar with the turn of phrase.
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"A...go. You know. Have sex," he said, awkward in the face of Winter's obvious innocence. He felt like a brute. Like he had no right to touch something so light and pure.
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There was just something in the way Winter said that that made Hex really, really stop. Maybe it was the tone of his voice or the look on his eyes or the slope of his shoulders. All that, or none of it.
Hex rolled a little, moving away.
"Again?" he asked. "W-what happened before?"
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"My master, Aspid- He used to touch me that way. I didn't like it, but I was his, I had no say. ...Now I am free though. I can say no if I want," Winter said quietly.
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"Oh my god," Hex said softly, easing way just a little bit more. "If I'd known I'd have never even put you in a position to need to say no. I'm sorry, Winter. I...I'm sorry."
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"Why? You did no harm. I am here by choice," Winter peeped, looking puzzled and laying down.
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Everything for Hex, when it came to sex at least, revolved around permission and consent. He couldn't think of anything more vile that breaking someone's trust by doing anything without permission or consent.
"It's just...me. Just a mortal thing, I reckon," he said, not really wanting to talk about Winter's suffering, nor his own hangups. He was horrified at the very thought that Winter had been a slave. And a slave like...well, not the sort of slaves he knew about.
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Winter made a soft cooing sound, wriggling his way closer to Hex again and settling in.
"Mortals are so odd," he said again, yawning loudly and searching for the covers. "We should sleep, Hex. Let's not invite nightmares by speaking of the past."
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"That's a good idea, love," he replied softly, delicately putting his strong arms around the small pixie and he held on lightly. "Sleep well."