[He had believed up till this moment that he was not as affected by the pollen. Historically, he's been very good at suppressing any and all urges, especially these. You simply repress the sensations and move on. But something sparks behind the paleness of his eyes and his instinct is to grip at Corrin's horn harder, pulling his head back so they make eye contact.
Hubert's boot moves to press between the dragon's legs, pressing hard against whatever arousal may be there.]
This will do just fine.
[Where they are suddenly doesn't matter. He's just going to have Corrin suck him off right here in the middle of the road. The dark mage uses his free hand to unclasp his belt, allowing access. The gentle clink of the buckle acting as the gentle ring of approval for what they're about to do.]
no subject
Hubert's boot moves to press between the dragon's legs, pressing hard against whatever arousal may be there.]
This will do just fine.
[Where they are suddenly doesn't matter. He's just going to have Corrin suck him off right here in the middle of the road. The dark mage uses his free hand to unclasp his belt, allowing access. The gentle clink of the buckle acting as the gentle ring of approval for what they're about to do.]
Get to work.