[Oh no, Dimitri is coming over. Feeling a bit guilty, feeling way too long for the loveseat, he eases up into a bent-kneed sit across the couch as Dimitri gets there, trying to make room by his legs.
His eyes follow Dimitri's back to where Grune and Higekiri are in the bedroom, and the height of his face grows warm and red with shame. He doesn't think Higekiri would be angry, Grune either, but he doesn't want to wake them like he has woken Dimitri.]
N-no...! [His lashes lower over his eyes to somewhat hide them.] Illumi-san... used his mouth... I can't make... you do that for me...
[As if, like, a lord giving him a blowjob is worse than him trying to pleasure himself right in front of Dimitri's salad.]
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[Oh no, Dimitri is coming over. Feeling a bit guilty, feeling way too long for the loveseat, he eases up into a bent-kneed sit across the couch as Dimitri gets there, trying to make room by his legs.
His eyes follow Dimitri's back to where Grune and Higekiri are in the bedroom, and the height of his face grows warm and red with shame. He doesn't think Higekiri would be angry, Grune either, but he doesn't want to wake them like he has woken Dimitri.]
N-no...! [His lashes lower over his eyes to somewhat hide them.] Illumi-san... used his mouth... I can't make... you do that for me...
[As if, like, a lord giving him a blowjob is worse than him trying to pleasure himself right in front of Dimitri's salad.]