How brutish... and simplistic. Size has rather little to do with preference.

[ He’s frankly flattered that he wants to pull his braid out and touch his scalp and hair. Not to mention the other feelings that float to the surface. Namely arousal and affection. He lets his eyes fall shut for a moment as he lets himself enjoy it. Hades had said he was tender, hadn’t he?]

[He almost lets himself wade into self-pity. If only he had both hands to touch this man with. He looks soft, and finds himself wanting to sate his curiosity. He places a hand on his thigh, letting it trail up his front to his shoulder.]

My own strength is hardly mere physicality either.

[ He raises his brows at those words. ]

It is unfair, isn’t it?

[ He says, agreeing without examining it first. ]

...Is it?