"That's a word," Mustang says in as dry a tone as he can manage, glancing at Vrenille and moving his shoulders in a little shrug. Still, it really had been an insightful introduction to this society, as well as this intriguing man. For his part, Roy looks forward to getting to know him better.
On the one hand, Mustang is outraged that Vrenille left him such a mess, but he isn't particularly surprised after everything that's happened. To say he's untidy is being kind, and his face enflames as a dollop of cum rolls down the back of his thigh.
For the most part, Roy isn't a man who cares to reveal his emotions, particularly those that communicate his vulnerability, albeit they occasionally run away with him. The blush on Mustang's face heightens some as he hesitates to take the wipes and clean himself. As cleaning himself afterward is technically a ritual associated with sex, he doesn't want to cross any boundaries. His eyes turn, focusing on the package in Vrenille's hand.
"I can clean myself… can't I?"
Now that both of them are sated, Mustang is hungry. It had been late at night when he was taken, so it's morning according to his internal clock. Stifling a yawn, a thought occurs to him, and he feels the need to ask about it. "Vrenille. Now that we've--" the colonel begins, thoroughly mindful of their audience and wondering how he had managed to perform with so many other people watching, "finished, am I still obligated to "obey" you?"
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On the one hand, Mustang is outraged that Vrenille left him such a mess, but he isn't particularly surprised after everything that's happened. To say he's untidy is being kind, and his face enflames as a dollop of cum rolls down the back of his thigh.
For the most part, Roy isn't a man who cares to reveal his emotions, particularly those that communicate his vulnerability, albeit they occasionally run away with him. The blush on Mustang's face heightens some as he hesitates to take the wipes and clean himself. As cleaning himself afterward is technically a ritual associated with sex, he doesn't want to cross any boundaries. His eyes turn, focusing on the package in Vrenille's hand.
"I can clean myself… can't I?"
Now that both of them are sated, Mustang is hungry. It had been late at night when he was taken, so it's morning according to his internal clock. Stifling a yawn, a thought occurs to him, and he feels the need to ask about it. "Vrenille. Now that we've--" the colonel begins, thoroughly mindful of their audience and wondering how he had managed to perform with so many other people watching, "finished, am I still obligated to "obey" you?"