[That one touch is all it takes. If Marco had used his other hand then maybe Fiddleford could have managed to be a little more demure about the whole thing, but his dominant hand had to go and be the unfairly attractive metal one. He can't be blamed for the way his breath catches or the tiny whine he lets out or the way his cocks waste no time in unfurling. And they do unfurl, like someone unrolling a sock, but it's fast and almost easy to miss if you're distracted by something else. Like, say, the color. Or the shape. Or the novelty of there being two of them.
He should probably say something. Something like 'so, that's them' or 'what do you think'. All he can do is look at Marco's face, trying to read his expression. He really does want to believe Marco when he says this won't bother him, but despite all evidence the contrary and the whole conversation they just had a part of him is still worried that Marco will be turned off upon actually seeing them. So what he winds up saying is:]
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He should probably say something. Something like 'so, that's them' or 'what do you think'. All he can do is look at Marco's face, trying to read his expression. He really does want to believe Marco when he says this won't bother him, but despite all evidence the contrary and the whole conversation they just had a part of him is still worried that Marco will be turned off upon actually seeing them. So what he winds up saying is:]
Is this -- are they okay?