Anonymous said: Challenge: Write a little 5 sentence tale of how naga arthur finds the pleasure in his vent~
Arthur lets his owner shift him around; Alfred doesn’t usually touch, but his hands are gentle and careful and Arthur trusts him more than anyone else ever. Still, he blinks and cocks his head: what’s going on? what’s that long, thin metal thing? it looks cold—
—and it is. It slips right between his folds and then down, making Arthur so, so aware of the space it’s filling, the way he wants to close around it and feel it move. But it’s gone before he can do anything about it, Alfred’s trying to stand and leave and all he says is “so you are a guy, huh?” and Arthur grabshis arm, digs his fingers in. He wants it back.