[Nishi feels a little offended— ah... but these days, he guesses it's kind of a compliment when someone judges you by the number of people you've bedded. Times like these make for strange measures, after all.
Still, his body betrays him: he presses his fist to his lips the moment their kiss breaks, wary of how his voice might echo in the bathroom. Embarrassed? Out of practice? Probably a bit of both.]
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Still, his body betrays him: he presses his fist to his lips the moment their kiss breaks, wary of how his voice might echo in the bathroom. Embarrassed? Out of practice? Probably a bit of both.]
...You make it sound like I'm giving you a gift.
[The gift of nut.]