Tobias dropped his arms and let the machine hold him up, catching his breath. His conviction was as great as ever, but it seemed the rounded belly beneath him outpaced it in this setup. He swore that his King had it ready; how was Tobias to know with the oddness of this contraption?! Or Darius, as he suspected. He couldn't solve a puzzle if he didn't know what the finished product looked like! But indignity aside, he pondered on what his caring and reasonable King whispered to him with shameless seductiveness. A natural shamelessness, born from a meadow of dreams where shame has no place.
"Shaving..." Tobias thought of how hairy his body was. "You want to shave me, then? I wonder how a king of dragons and a father of nations would shave his mate. Indeed, I do. He preempted his King's affection by turning his neck up for Darius to kiss the stretched skin, making him feel weak with affection to where his knees felt ready to give, but for just a moment.
"As for this head of hair of mine, I'm actually not fussed over it. Iffen I made it sound like I do, I spoke poorly. I do what I do with it, and that's that. But I know full well how many cuts of it felt on my head. I didn't have much to do or read a lot of the time, so I remember little details...and I remember the exact cut you're talking about." He waggled his thick eyebrows with a turn of left side of his mouth. "I got some friendly looks in those short days, one of the few that I ever got. I guess even with my, erm, 'mannerisms', it was enough to make them overlook that for a tick. So you made a popular choice, my King!" He looked down to his hanging and now less seed-bloated stomach...he wondered if the substance of it would make him stronger, since it wasn't trying to make more children? But in any case: "I bet I'd be twice as big as I am now if I had that hair when we met! Or am I putting words in your mouth?"