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Probably not entirely. It's not a threat. It's just harder to care when it ain't mutual.

[He'd rather die than admit he really does not want to lose Randy's attention, but then again he'd rather die than most things, if not all. The point is that he stares at Randy owlishly for about five more seconds than socially acceptable, before turning his nose up and hmphing his way onward without further complaint.]

[huffs a little sigh and follows along silently. this feels like progress, somehow.]

[He stomps all the way to the shops, reaching the first place that remotely looks like a pharmacy. He then stops - hangs back - he is definitely not... hiding behind Randy or anything. His ears have gone pink again.]

...you talk to the shopkeep.

[huffs a little laugh]

Sure.

[and he'll step forward, chatting up the shopkeep with relaxed, friendly ease. it really seems like they already know each other. he asks straightforwardly about the condoms, their capacity, any specialty items along those lines-- turns out they do have some with uncommon stretch and sturdiness, and when Randy sideways jokes about eggs, he's met with very serious insistence they'd hold. but they aren't cheap.]

[He's put a possessive hand on the small of Randy's back, but he's still a step behind Randy. He's quiet, not because he's passive, but because he's getting intense secondhand embarrassment about the - the - the condom talk.]

We can - we can save for the. That version. Can you hurry up.

[He isn't making eye contact with the shopkeep either, the very picture of bashful, blushing partner.]

[cuuuute... there is a distinct sense Randy would be wagging his tail if he had one.]

You got it, darlin'.

[just buying a value pack of Normal Condoms, then, and saying goodbye to the shopkeep.]

Shall we?

[He takes a long moment to stare the shopkeeper down, before following Randy.]

What were you doing at the lakeshore?

[the shopkeeper avoids his gaze. he's staying uninvolved, thanks!]

Swimming.

Have you tried drowning?

Uh, no.

It is not very pleasant so do not try. But you should swim with me.

I'd like to. The swimming, not the drowning.

[Dan Feng presses a cheek to his upper arm... rubs against the salt and sand and sweat of him.

Randy should expect the tongue licking, too.]

What other things do you like?

[shivers with a soft sound, goosebumps rippling across warm, exposed skin.]

I like a lot. But right now, it's hard to think about anythin' but you inside me.

What is your species' refractory period?

[Is it just him or does Dan Feng sound a little hungry.]

It varies, but stamina is my strong suit~

Hm. I will be the judge of that.

[He sounds doubtful, mostly because there aren't very many species who can keep up with a dragon, but okay. He steers Randy towards the dorms, the hand on his back lightly scratching thin red lines into his skin.]

Guess we'll see how I measure up.

[voice taking on an aroused little rumble, and he winds an arm over Dan Feng's shoulders in turn as they go.]

Why are you so easy?

[His tail has perked up, wrapping around the far side of Randy's hip.]

'Cause I want you.

[he says, always pretty easy, but,]

[He can watch in real time as he blushes splotchy pink...

Also when he literally hisses at someone they pass in the hallways to Dan Feng's room.]

[laughs, soft and light and easy.]

C'mon, almost there. I'm all yours.

How long have you known me before? You seem used to my predilections.

[He asks as he opens his door; it's still a fortress of nesting material, but at least there isn't any visible blood.]

Not very long, but we lived together. You've got a real strong personality.

[scanning the room, relaxed.]

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