[Yuri's boot rubbing along his calf suddenly seems to draw all of his attention, yanking it away from the table and down to where there's pressure and the soft caress of his trouser leg's fabric, all interesting texture and sensation that shouldn't be gripping him as hard as they are, somehow.
Aware that he's close to a mistake, he tries to cover it by clearing his throat. It doesn't altogether work.]
In Faerghus it's custom for nobles to, ah. Witness the consummation of a marriage. I've been present. Occasionally.
[Also, he's friends with Sylvain, but that goes without saying, so he doesn't say it.]
I may not boast the experience of some, but I'm not ignorant. I'm aware of the differences, when it's a man.
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[Yuri's boot rubbing along his calf suddenly seems to draw all of his attention, yanking it away from the table and down to where there's pressure and the soft caress of his trouser leg's fabric, all interesting texture and sensation that shouldn't be gripping him as hard as they are, somehow.
Aware that he's close to a mistake, he tries to cover it by clearing his throat. It doesn't altogether work.]
In Faerghus it's custom for nobles to, ah. Witness the consummation of a marriage. I've been present. Occasionally.
[Also, he's friends with Sylvain, but that goes without saying, so he doesn't say it.]
I may not boast the experience of some, but I'm not ignorant. I'm aware of the differences, when it's a man.