"That is none of your -- !" He paused, flushing. "Well, I suppose it is your business, but I'd rather not discuss it! And will you all please stop?!"
The silent chittering had continued as they'd caught on to what Angel had meant. Quite a few of them had banded together to form a "gallery" of Angel's silhouette posed on the wall in provocative yet tasteful poses, shapes hinting at various costumes in the same vein.
Alastor's personal shadow bent over double in mute hysterical laughter at its master's expense.
He rounded on it with a snarl that was undermined by the bright red blush. "You're not helping!"
Watching the little shadow creatures assume visages of his silhouette and pose along the walls had Angel howling with laughter again. Of how his friends turned on Alastor. Though, the inky critters did come up with creative ideas. Totally logging those away for later. But wasn't this an interesting bit of information~ Mr. No Touchy didn't deny that he milks his own cow. Which to the starlet meant that he did. That was a new and exciting revelation for him. What did Al think about to get his rocks off? The image of him bleary eyed all drenched in sweat, panting etched in Angel's mind. He wanted to see the deer let go of his inhibitions and melt into a hot sloppy mess.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, babe." Angel snickered. "Everyone does it. It feels good. Is it wrong to treat yourself? But I am curious if you don't like dirty mags or watch porn... How do you do it? You must have some imagination."
Alastor growled and forced out, "Sometimes my body doesn't give me a choice, and it's either take care of the blasted problem or suffer the consequences."
Which to someone like him who didn't like the idea of having sex, it always made him feel dirty afterwards.
Now there was a mental image. Poor helpless Al poppin' an awkward boner and having no idea how to take care of it. That was surely going to offer Angel hours of fun later. But the idea of Al taking care of himself made him see more... human and a little less like a sexless robot. The porn star couldn't help himself wondering when these little... incidences occurred.
"Don't cha just hate it when your body rebels against ya? It happens to the best of us." Angel said with a wicked grin. "So Al... When the mood strikes is it something you saw or just like a light cool breeze could do it?"
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The silent chittering had continued as they'd caught on to what Angel had meant. Quite a few of them had banded together to form a "gallery" of Angel's silhouette posed on the wall in provocative yet tasteful poses, shapes hinting at various costumes in the same vein.
Alastor's personal shadow bent over double in mute hysterical laughter at its master's expense.
He rounded on it with a snarl that was undermined by the bright red blush. "You're not helping!"
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"Nothing to be ashamed of, babe." Angel snickered. "Everyone does it. It feels good. Is it wrong to treat yourself? But I am curious if you don't like dirty mags or watch porn... How do you do it? You must have some imagination."
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Which to someone like him who didn't like the idea of having sex, it always made him feel dirty afterwards.
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"Don't cha just hate it when your body rebels against ya? It happens to the best of us." Angel said with a wicked grin. "So Al... When the mood strikes is it something you saw or just like a light cool breeze could do it?"
You know, for science.
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