[ In his typical course of hooking up, Matt's used to arousal that simmers and spreads, flowing throughout his body. In contrast, this rush of blood is hyperlocal. Almost like Heinrix has a toy capable of touching him from the inside out, and it's vibrating just-- ]

Oh.

[ There.

Matt squirms, at least as much as he can with his hands and knees held in place, hips shifting against the altar's stone. His lashes flutter closed at the sensations Heinrix plucks from him, but he quickly forces them back open. He doesn't want to miss any of this. ]

A lot of people are scared of witches. [ His voice is a touch huskier now, as he watches Heinrix's face. His responses harmonize: tenderness for that shy expression, heat for the flare of chemicals in his body. Matt's cock has started to stiffen, with all the eagerness of youth and burning hotter from the knowledge that it's something Heinrix is doing to him. ] But I think anyone can be, um, trustworthy or not. It's not about--

[ A sigh, as he tries to take a steadier breath. ]

Capabilities.