[ Breathing slowly in deep, measured breaths, Irving takes a moment to try re-centering himself, to empty his mind of sex and Jack and everything else that is briefly threatening to overwhelm him... but obviously it doesn't work, he can't very do that when Jack is sitting right across from him, firmly holding Irving's hands to keep them still, looking at him like--
Well, the way he's noticed Jack sometimes looks at him, like he's surprised by his own interest in him, which may not be too far from the way Irving sometimes looks at Jack, too. It's not necessarily flattering, feeling observed, watched with what is surely more scrutiny and judgement than desire or attraction, but on the other hand, Irving isn't sure he'd be able to recognize those latter in any man's eyes anyway-- whereas the former the navy has more than gotten him used to already.
And, again, who's to say if how Irving looks at Jack is really any different? He may spend nearly every hour of every day surrounded by other men, but over the years much of what that's actually taught Irving is that he just doesn't think in the same way most other men seem to.
Anyway, for now he doesn't elaborate on the tentacle; that had been a one-off encounter in a hotel room around when Irving had first arrived, an extremely luxurious looking room stocked with extremely alarming paraphernalia, and he'd been particularly alarmed (yes, even for him) when he'd learned the actual purpose of what he'd at first presumed to just be decorative tentacle models... it had disturbed him greatly, to say the least. ]
A... [ He swallows down a gulp, thinking back to the various displays he'd seen around the marketplace as his teeth catch the center of his lower lip. ] What exactly is the purpose of... do they just--
[ Irving's both seen and heard them identified by name, but that doesn't do much to contextualize their actual point or appeal to him (not that he's thought about it) beyond exactly what the name suggests. They just... go in? And then what?
Which is not to say he's disinterested, however; he has in fact been harboring a shameful, smoldering curiosity about various different types of "toys" he's seen ever since arriving in Duplicity. Irving touches his fingers to his lips, trying very hard not to let his thoughts show themselves on his face, and starts by just nodding mutely, which he knows won't be good enough a response for Jack, but-- he has to work his way up to it.
Then something else occurs to him, which he simply blurts out: ]
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Well, the way he's noticed Jack sometimes looks at him, like he's surprised by his own interest in him, which may not be too far from the way Irving sometimes looks at Jack, too. It's not necessarily flattering, feeling observed, watched with what is surely more scrutiny and judgement than desire or attraction, but on the other hand, Irving isn't sure he'd be able to recognize those latter in any man's eyes anyway-- whereas the former the navy has more than gotten him used to already.
And, again, who's to say if how Irving looks at Jack is really any different? He may spend nearly every hour of every day surrounded by other men, but over the years much of what that's actually taught Irving is that he just doesn't think in the same way most other men seem to.
Anyway, for now he doesn't elaborate on the tentacle; that had been a one-off encounter in a hotel room around when Irving had first arrived, an extremely luxurious looking room stocked with extremely alarming paraphernalia, and he'd been particularly alarmed (yes, even for him) when he'd learned the actual purpose of what he'd at first presumed to just be decorative tentacle models... it had disturbed him greatly, to say the least. ]
A... [ He swallows down a gulp, thinking back to the various displays he'd seen around the marketplace as his teeth catch the center of his lower lip. ] What exactly is the purpose of... do they just--
[ Irving's both seen and heard them identified by name, but that doesn't do much to contextualize their actual point or appeal to him (not that he's thought about it) beyond exactly what the name suggests. They just... go in? And then what?
Which is not to say he's disinterested, however; he has in fact been harboring a shameful, smoldering curiosity about various different types of "toys" he's seen ever since arriving in Duplicity. Irving touches his fingers to his lips, trying very hard not to let his thoughts show themselves on his face, and starts by just nodding mutely, which he knows won't be good enough a response for Jack, but-- he has to work his way up to it.
Then something else occurs to him, which he simply blurts out: ]
How large would it be?