<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br/>It didn't occur to Jereil how important it was to see what was beneath Edouard's shirt until it was being removed.  Suddenly, all of his attention was drawn right in and he shamelessly took in the view.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure what he expected.  Perhaps he thought Edouard would be entirely flat, born half male and half female.  Thought in the tiny moments between sight and realization, he thought perhaps his was entirely female-bodied, using some form of physical binding or magic to hide the truth.  What he found, however, was simply delightful.  There was such slight curvature to his chest and a roundness to his nipples that whispered female, but it was hidden in such a flat landscape that his body seemed almost sculpted, like the body of some androgynous god of far-away, ancient lands.  In this sense, he felt almost blessed, and quite honored.  He was a silly being.<br/><br/>Pleased with the view, he released a tiny, happy sigh, forcing himself to finally break his gaze so he could lift it to Edouard's.  And then, of course, it dropped south to his partner's groin.  Though there wasn't much to wonder about, there, he still wanted to see, and was quite anxious to do so.<br/><br/>Before his lust-filled mind could register it, Edouard was once more leaning over him and their bodies press together.  The sensation was so different from those he was accustomed to, feeling almost foreign despite there being so little difference.  He released a small moan, arching carefully against him, testing how much he as allowed.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br/>location -- his bedroom</div>