[He's listening, he swears he is, but it's easy to get caught up in the spell of illusion. The scientific explanation is simple enough to understand. There are signals sent by the brain in one's perception of the world, and the simulation is tricking those signals to interpret something else. The leather of his clothes isn't real, neither are Abel's gloves, or the warm growl of the engine between their legs, but his brain doesn't know that. It feels real.
Now he can see why Fitz said there was some danger to simulations like this. It almost reminds him of the dream world, in an abstract way. He steers his thoughts from that bleaker avenue and focuses on the present with a firm squeeze around Abel's hips. His cheek tucks in behind Abel's head, mouth close to his ear.]
So, this extra-tight leather outfit you put on me... [Abel won't be able to see the shape of his smirk, but maybe he'll feel it pressed to his skin. In a lower growl,] Ready.
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Now he can see why Fitz said there was some danger to simulations like this. It almost reminds him of the dream world, in an abstract way. He steers his thoughts from that bleaker avenue and focuses on the present with a firm squeeze around Abel's hips. His cheek tucks in behind Abel's head, mouth close to his ear.]
So, this extra-tight leather outfit you put on me... [Abel won't be able to see the shape of his smirk, but maybe he'll feel it pressed to his skin. In a lower growl,] Ready.