[Compared to most of his experiences, almost anything that didn't hurt in some way felt good, even though his affection was very low, and made it not particularly fun, the aphrodisiac seemed to make up for that lacking desire plenty enough.
Still, he didn't know where to look, or what to do, it was a bit disgusting to look down, so unappealing. He didn't want to see the acts taking place, with the sounds such a thing makes. It was just a constant reminder of how this and everything else was wrong.
In an attempt to save his sensibilities and put the image out of his mind he raised his sleeves up as if trying to hide from the world.
In this moment, of urges to thrust forward and the overwhelming sense of inappropriateness, he apologized over and over to Binghe, wherever he might be, whether he might see him again or not. He couldn't help but feel a little scummy.]
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Still, he didn't know where to look, or what to do, it was a bit disgusting to look down, so unappealing. He didn't want to see the acts taking place, with the sounds such a thing makes. It was just a constant reminder of how this and everything else was wrong.
In an attempt to save his sensibilities and put the image out of his mind he raised his sleeves up as if trying to hide from the world.
In this moment, of urges to thrust forward and the overwhelming sense of inappropriateness, he apologized over and over to Binghe, wherever he might be, whether he might see him again or not. He couldn't help but feel a little scummy.]