Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

Ali rn

Oh. Ulf couldn't have known, really, but that had to be the worst noise to make while underneath someone. At least, when that someone was very thirsty and very gay. Now Alarian was distinctly uncomfortable. All he could think was that he needed to get the wolfdog out from underneath him, but he was rooted to the spot.
He wasn't even sure how to do it without hurting his feelings. Would he have to explain? Would Ulf even get it? What if it made things really weird? But— nothing had made things weird between them so far, right? He recalled the thought he had had just minutes prior; 'would he ever know if Ulf understood if he kept treating him as if he didn't?'
Um, Ulf, Alarian began delicately, wondering what the hell he was doing. Y'know, you being underneath me like this... Ah, hell, he forgot the part where it would be weird for him, not just Ulf. He clamped his mouth shut, choosing to sit quietly in the hole he had dug himself.