[it's no great vice. janus is very discerning about vices— things that will poison your body, damage the mechanics of your mind, pollute the substance of your soul and the runoff to your dreams. consensual banging is like most things in life— crucial for the survival of life in the multiverse, safe short of excess, and if you aren't trying anything like erotic asphyxiation using the coils of a live cobra or anything.
they wind up in a bedroom. there are a lot of them at the citadel, empty, full of mystery and remote hygiene concerns that janus tells themself probably get magicked away like all the other logistics of this world. it's fine. it's actually better than fine. the mattress is firm and bouncy when they swing her onto it, watching her blonde hair jump off her shoulders. it's not real trust, not really, but that's what's fun too. real trust would be scarier.]
Do you speak any languages other than English? [they inquire cheerfully, kissing her neck, then her mouth, planning long hands down her hip.] What was your first one.
ffw a bit lmk if not ok
they wind up in a bedroom. there are a lot of them at the citadel, empty, full of mystery and remote hygiene concerns that janus tells themself probably get magicked away like all the other logistics of this world. it's fine. it's actually better than fine. the mattress is firm and bouncy when they swing her onto it, watching her blonde hair jump off her shoulders. it's not real trust, not really, but that's what's fun too. real trust would be scarier.]
Do you speak any languages other than English? [they inquire cheerfully, kissing her neck, then her mouth, planning long hands down her hip.] What was your first one.