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"Didn't?" Talin wanted to know, meaning before there was a ring around his dick.
Wraythe just shook his head. "Nah. Trimmed it up so it was short, but didn't want her to stop playing with the trail."
"I like the trail," I insisted.
So Talin pulled off his shirt. "See, I just trim that up..." Then he popped his pants open and pulled the flap aside. "Take it down to skin near the top of my dick, and wax the rest. Doesn't hurt too bad after the first time."
And there, peeking from the edge of his clothes, was a thick, dark ring. I must've inhaled too loudly, because all three of them looked over at me. Talin just smiled.
"I know you've seen a dick before."
"Not the ring," I admitted.
So he opened his pants wider. "Sits at the base. Kinda like one on your finger. It's tight enough not to slip, and feels strange at first, reminding me it's always there, but I've started forgetting about it in the last day or so."
Eladehl flicked a finger at him. "Take that out so she can see. I mean all of it."
"Soyoucan see," Talin teased. "Promise this shit got bigger when it got hard."
"Definitely," I agreed.
Yet he was still more than a hand-span long and completely soft. And that hand was his, not mine. With his eyes locked on me, Talin lifted his dick, exposing the underside where the ring lay against his balls, then tilted it, showing that it was just a bit off his body, allowing free movement.
"How do you do that?" Wraythe asked.
"Move my dick?" Talin gave him a look like Wraythe had lost his mind.
"No," Wraythe scoffed. "Have her looking at it without it getting hard."
"Benefit of also being into guys." He put himself away and closed his pants, yet ignored his shirt. "Um, kinda like the joint bathing room we had in school. Pretty sure you didn't always get hard when washing, right?"
"Right..." Wraythe agreed.
"And yet there were all those people around. A few older girls with tits, sometimes a few people would make out, things like that."
"Always got hard if I looked," Wraythe admitted. "I was just big enough that no one gave me shit about it."
Eladehl chuckled. "Bastard used to stay in the water until everyone left. Took me a bit before I realized he was jerking one out."
"In the bath?" Talin asked, sounding incredulous.
Wraythe just shrugged. "Plenty of soap around, right? It's slick enough."
Chuckling, Talin turned, finally reaching for his shirt, but the movement exposed his back. I sat up quickly. So did Eladehl.
"What?" Wraythe asked.
I pointed at Talin's marks. "Those aren't lace."
"The ones under his shoulder blades are," Eladehl corrected. "Pretty sure they're the match to those pieces that go from your pussy over your hips, around to your back - just on a bigger body."
"Yeah, but the rest? It looks like the marks of Intuition."
Talin set his shirt back down and faced us again, holding up his hands. "Kinda what I thought too. My fingers are marked like Nari's, with interlocking swirls. Before the Choosing, they were similar, but stopped at my wrists. Afterwards, I got this band on the first finger of my right hand, and the pattern shifted to these straight lines."
He gestured to where the mass of lace broke off, grew thicker, and turned into solid black rectangles that went up his arms. But that band on his finger looked so familiar. Glancing over to Wraythe, I saw one on the first finger of his left hand. Then I looked down to mine, where both of those fingers, plus both of my ring fingers had the same solid, dark mark.
"Do you have one?" I asked Eladehl. "A ring?"
