Sir pentious

pentious was new to a lot of things. he was new to relationships, kindness, love, you. he swears that meeting you was the best thing he could’ve ever done. putting that beautiful golden ring on your finger was his favorite memory of you— the way you reacted, your smile, your voice, your tears— everything you did became a memory he always thought of when you weren’t around.

you had welcomed him, welcomed his little egg friends and welcomed his obsession to build and create, and he fell in love. he was lucky that you did, too.

god, he loved you. he loved how you kept his secrets, loved how he could tell you anything without worrying about your response.

unfortunately, there was one thing he was hesitant to tell you.

pentious was leaned up against his headboard, fingers rubbing your sides as you sat above him, legs on either side of him. kissing you was his favorite activity. he loved the way your head tilted and the way your hands felt on his scales. he loved the way your tongue felt against his, loved the way you sounded.

your hands held his face, one of them sliding down to his neck, his collarbone, his chest, down to his hips. too lost in you, his mind was running on overdrive, body thrumming with need, his tail flicking against the soft cushion of the sheets.

feeling your hand slip further down his body caused his eyes to shoot open, head flying back so hard it hit the headboard. his hand flew from your hip down to your wrist, pulling it away with wide eyes.

“sorry- i’m sorry,” he starts, tongue flicking. “i have something i need to tell you.” pentious finishes before he can think, eyes flitting between your face and hand.

before you can respond, he’s straightening himself and sucking in a sharp breath. “we haven’t- i know we haven’t gotten this far and there’s just something i need to show you before you see it and freak out and i need to stop talking before i make it worse—“ with a quick movement, he’s covering his mouth and looking straight at the wall behind you.

you feel him shift under you and you look down, sliding back and— oh.

that’s why.

he refused to look at you still, not wanting to see the way your eyes locked on his pelvis, not wanting to see any of your reactions.

you, yourself, were surprised. it wasn’t a bad reaction, but it was definitely unexpected.

he has two.