[Oh, take mercy on him, Sanzo looks just as good from the back as from the front. And with his back turned, there's not as much pressure not to stare. Which Devero does. He can't seem to help himself, especially not when there are such fine, lean muscles working under pale skin, and tight jeans, and-- he just looks so good.
For an instant, he indulges in a fantasy of closing up the space between them and taking that whipcord body in his arms, of stealing tobacco-flavored kisses, of that long blond braid slithering against his skin, of-- of--
Of what Madame would say, if he strayed. He had Rules.
The timely reminder from his frontal cortex is as sobering to his libido as a dousing of ice water. He whirls away from Sanzo with a gasp, covering his mouth with a hand as nausea rises from the pit of his stomach. What was he thinking?
He presses his tongue hard to the roof of his mouth and breathes through his nose, in-out in-out, and forces himself to straighten up.]
Mn. Like I-- like I said, you would know better than I. Even if that's not the case, I still have the rest of my basic reqs. I can make do.
CW: relationship abuse
For an instant, he indulges in a fantasy of closing up the space between them and taking that whipcord body in his arms, of stealing tobacco-flavored kisses, of that long blond braid slithering against his skin, of-- of--
Of what Madame would say, if he strayed. He had Rules.
The timely reminder from his frontal cortex is as sobering to his libido as a dousing of ice water. He whirls away from Sanzo with a gasp, covering his mouth with a hand as nausea rises from the pit of his stomach. What was he thinking?
He presses his tongue hard to the roof of his mouth and breathes through his nose, in-out in-out, and forces himself to straighten up.]
Mn. Like I-- like I said, you would know better than I. Even if that's not the case, I still have the rest of my basic reqs. I can make do.
[There, that probably came out mostly normal!]