This is awkward and slippery and Jon's not at all sure what to do with the continued trills of song. The pluck at his mind, but they're only notes here and there, pesky things to be batted away to keep his head where it should be. At least he knows Chris can't drown him in the shower.
Probably.
He can, however, try to pull Jon into him. It forces the Archivist to brace an arm against the wall to keep himself stable.
"I'm yours. You have me." They're in the most placating tone he can manage. Jon lifts his hand off of Chris' cock to try to reposition himself as the siren tugs at him. "And we can do this. I'm not- you're not affecting me right now. Just- what do you want? My hand?"
His hand drops down again as he rubs along Chris' length, continuing to feel intensely unprepared for whatever this nonsense new anatomy is. Cocks are strange enough without adding another layer to it. He can't help glancing down again as curiosity gets the better of him. Would a siren's cock have scales on it? Or... feathers?
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Probably.
He can, however, try to pull Jon into him. It forces the Archivist to brace an arm against the wall to keep himself stable.
"I'm yours. You have me." They're in the most placating tone he can manage. Jon lifts his hand off of Chris' cock to try to reposition himself as the siren tugs at him. "And we can do this. I'm not- you're not affecting me right now. Just- what do you want? My hand?"
His hand drops down again as he rubs along Chris' length, continuing to feel intensely unprepared for whatever this nonsense new anatomy is. Cocks are strange enough without adding another layer to it. He can't help glancing down again as curiosity gets the better of him. Would a siren's cock have scales on it? Or... feathers?