That touch was all it took to get him going - his bulge slowly snaked its way out to say hello, his body thrumming with the not-entirely-unpleasant anxiety of what was to come. “Oh, of horse! But, ah,” Horuss looked to the side a moment, pressing his face against her cheek like a hoofbeast enjoying her contact. “I canter do much… touching. Bluebloods are quite STRONG, you know! Break bones with a squeeze, if we want.” Well, maybe she didn’t know, but she did now! He’d be doing his best to keep his hands off of her, unfortunately. Maybe a little hand-to-skin contact was fine; a few bruises never did anyone in.
“What do you want me to do? I can provide any equipment you need,” The stallion’s voice was breathy now, low as excitement already threatened to overwhelm him as he gestured to his wall of.. just about everything. His bulge was nicely engorged now, fully extended and running lazy lines against his inner thighs. When he looked down, his cheeks went blue, “S-Sorry, I don’t mean to appear so, um, you know, forward,” He stammered, though he couldn’t keep himself from stepping closer. “It’s difficult to rein myself in sometimes.” Others, however, were able to do that just fine, of course, and he fully expected her to take charge.
Brow lofted at his words, smirk ever-present. Especially at the little hand-nuzzly part. Frickin’ cutie. Strong, huh? Her eyes glistened. Strong trolls were what she was all about. And hey - if she didn’t have any bruises to show for her little romp, what would prove she got any at all? Bruises were half the fun, in her opinion. Or any other injuries she could sustain.
Head tilted to the side a little, grin widening a bit as she let him continue. The equipment she probably wouldn’t find much of a necessity, seeing as she didn’t really have a knack for anything beyond the norm. Give her some time with the pretty pony, though - she may learn yet. The apology caught her a little off-guard, as did the blush - and she looked down as well, her own cheeks darkening, before she giggled. Well.
“Don’t apologize,” she cooed softly, hand moving to brush fingers over the backs of his knuckles. Before long she was lazily dragging her digits up his hand, grabbing one of his wrists and pulling him closer; leading the hand under her shirt, spreading it over her bare hip. “But I would appreciate a little attentiveness. Cute lil filly like me needs some lovin’ too.” Grinning, she stood on her tip-toes, pecking that adorable little smile. Nervous as she was to handle - and be handled by - him, she figured her arsenal of tricks up various sleeves would do just fine.