[ mordin does not—does not—shiver at the twin touches. they hit him like dousing water on a fire. at first. salarians don't normally make the sound he makes at that moment, this throaty frustrated thing, neither purr nor growl but strangely rumbling regardless.
thane krios with his hand so close to the vulnerable dip where a human or asari sternum would be, or the sharp jut of a turian's carapace. thane krios, who could kill him right now so easily, pulverize his heart with a perfect blow. this shouldn't excite him as much as it does, nor should he be wondering if garrus is looking at these scars and stump of a horn with interest, but you don't spend your life studying the bodies and minds of other species without thinking of things like this eventually.
except, well, you do. if you're salarian. just not now.
mordin laughs, a clipped, high sound that may be tinged with just the slightest amount of hysteria. he feels drugged. he is drugged. so are they. probably. ]
Yes. Need, need, yes. [ he breathes again, sharp through his nose. ] Apologies. Never would've predicted this turn of events before Ariel. Refreshing to be surprised for once, actually. Don't need to inquire how you were faring before this; course of events obvious—logical use of positioning, practical! Developed resistance to Thane, toxin? Hm, feasible with repeated gradual exposure. Could have opposite effect as well; enhanced immune response, allergy, more articulated symptoms? Not sure, would have to test. Longitudinal study? Knowingly exposing subjects to drell venom possibly difficult to navigate but informed consent... tricky—
[ yo he is straight up babbling at this point, all right. he's also started fidgeting under their touch and, ultimately, begins pointedly considering the sheen of moisture over the end of thane's dick. his heart is hammering under thane's hand, intact horn a peculiar bruise-green under garrus's.
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i don't know what this is
Date: 2014-04-21 07:23 am (UTC)thane krios with his hand so close to the vulnerable dip where a human or asari sternum would be, or the sharp jut of a turian's carapace. thane krios, who could kill him right now so easily, pulverize his heart with a perfect blow. this shouldn't excite him as much as it does, nor should he be wondering if garrus is looking at these scars and stump of a horn with interest, but you don't spend your life studying the bodies and minds of other species without thinking of things like this eventually.
except, well, you do. if you're salarian. just not now.
mordin laughs, a clipped, high sound that may be tinged with just the slightest amount of hysteria. he feels drugged. he is drugged. so are they. probably. ]
Yes. Need, need, yes. [ he breathes again, sharp through his nose. ] Apologies. Never would've predicted this turn of events before Ariel. Refreshing to be surprised for once, actually. Don't need to inquire how you were faring before this; course of events obvious—logical use of positioning, practical! Developed resistance to Thane, toxin? Hm, feasible with repeated gradual exposure. Could have opposite effect as well; enhanced immune response, allergy, more articulated symptoms? Not sure, would have to test. Longitudinal study? Knowingly exposing subjects to drell venom possibly difficult to navigate but informed consent... tricky—
[ yo he is straight up babbling at this point, all right. he's also started fidgeting under their touch and, ultimately, begins pointedly considering the sheen of moisture over the end of thane's dick. his heart is hammering under thane's hand, intact horn a peculiar bruise-green under garrus's.
there is so much penis really close to him. ]