[Oh god. Oh fuck oh shit. Seeing Sanada Yukimura's face dripping with his semen is so immensely satisfying he's not sure if the fluttering in his stomach isn't some smaller, secondary orgasm. He wants to be proud of himself for that, but how the hell can he be when it wasn't supposed to happen like that?! He struggles to stammer out an apology - or any sound that isn't just the pure essence of being overwhelmed, when Yukimura has to go ahead and make things EVEN WORSE.]
I-It's not like that!!
[His voice cracks, but at least he's able to form words at all now. Even if the next few are little more than English expletives to himself. He looks away, red-faced, and clumsily pulls a few napkins out of the dispenser behind him.]
I got plenty of experience... [He can count his partners on BOTH HANDS... because sometimes his left needs a break. Ba dum tish.
He shoves a napkin against Yukimura's face and lets it stick there.]
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I-It's not like that!!
[His voice cracks, but at least he's able to form words at all now. Even if the next few are little more than English expletives to himself. He looks away, red-faced, and clumsily pulls a few napkins out of the dispenser behind him.]
I got plenty of experience... [He can count his partners on BOTH HANDS... because sometimes his left needs a break. Ba dum tish.
He shoves a napkin against Yukimura's face and lets it stick there.]