[Of all the things to get him embarrassed, it's this? Not that he's complaining. Quite the opposite, because it's about time Seto's face got as red as his. It suits him, that colour, and oh look, it even reaches his ears- how cute. For that reaction alone, this might even be better than actually fucking him.]
What exactly were you expecting when I told you to put your legs together?
[Admittedly, Pegasus' purview is limited, but there doesn't seem like a lot of other things that could follow such an instruction.
He laughs, soft and breathy, and rocks slow between Seto's thighs. There's no semblance of a rhythm. That's too much effort for something that feels good as it is, and will feel good regardless of how erratic his thrusts get. He continues to stroke Seto and run a thumb along the underside of Seto's horn at the same time, but his background as an artist can only take him so far, and the ability to do these things with any consistency gets further and further away with every rock of his hips.]
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What exactly were you expecting when I told you to put your legs together?
[Admittedly, Pegasus' purview is limited, but there doesn't seem like a lot of other things that could follow such an instruction.
He laughs, soft and breathy, and rocks slow between Seto's thighs. There's no semblance of a rhythm. That's too much effort for something that feels good as it is, and will feel good regardless of how erratic his thrusts get. He continues to stroke Seto and run a thumb along the underside of Seto's horn at the same time, but his background as an artist can only take him so far, and the ability to do these things with any consistency gets further and further away with every rock of his hips.]