[ distressingly spontaneous under any other circumstance. mordin reminds himself that the sliver of his rational mind that wants to find this awkward is unneeded, technically—he and garrus have done this before. he and thane have done this before, supposedly, even if all he has to remember it by is a sheaf of sheepishly technical notes scribbled unmistakably in his hand.
garrus is all there, unplated fully and blushing deep blue, and it's a daunting reminder of the state he's in that mordin cannot consider his body with quite the same detached acceptance he is supposed to consider exposed bodies, even fully, impressively erect ones that promise a challenge verging deliciously on the edge of pain. and thane... all the observations tumble through mordin's skull just as he expects them to, all the various clinical signs of drell, male, state of heightened sexual arousal: darkening of frills, slightly fanned, scales reflecting the light (recent shed?); eversion and erection of penis, barbed, thick, glistening. cloacal opening undoubtedly wet with assistive lubricant. flushed and sore with abuse.
or not so clinical. mordin thinks he can feel heat prickling at his temples, probably touching the tip of his good horn with mossy green, and momentarily looks away. ]
...Ah. Offer appreciated, but— [ less a sniff than remembering suddenly to breathe. ] didn't mean to interrupt. Could return later.
[ he says, but he's actually taken a few steps closer. prolonged arousal becoming extremely detrimental to morale. uncomfortably aware of wetness between thighs. should probably be thankful he's not leaving a trail, to be crass.
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garrus is all there, unplated fully and blushing deep blue, and it's a daunting reminder of the state he's in that mordin cannot consider his body with quite the same detached acceptance he is supposed to consider exposed bodies, even fully, impressively erect ones that promise a challenge verging deliciously on the edge of pain. and thane... all the observations tumble through mordin's skull just as he expects them to, all the various clinical signs of drell, male, state of heightened sexual arousal: darkening of frills, slightly fanned, scales reflecting the light (recent shed?); eversion and erection of penis, barbed, thick, glistening. cloacal opening undoubtedly wet with assistive lubricant. flushed and sore with abuse.
or not so clinical. mordin thinks he can feel heat prickling at his temples, probably touching the tip of his good horn with mossy green, and momentarily looks away. ]
...Ah. Offer appreciated, but— [ less a sniff than remembering suddenly to breathe. ] didn't mean to interrupt. Could return later.
[ he says, but he's actually taken a few steps closer. prolonged arousal becoming extremely detrimental to morale. uncomfortably aware of wetness between thighs. should probably be thankful he's not leaving a trail, to be crass.
he swallows. speaks unusually slowly. ]
Chance... could be out of my depth.