[ O-oh, that's what Masamune is thinking about. Yukimura feels a bit foolish for being so oblivious.
The way Masamune phrased it, though: make love to him. That conjures mental images that are somewhat different than the previous times they've had sex. Gentler images of slow and tender intimacy.
Yukimura's happy to give this change of pace a try. What would suit tonight any better than lovemaking, anyway? ]
Let us--
[ Then the MYSTERIOUS SOMETHING drops right into his lap. He picks it up and regards it with interest. ]
--Ah? What is inside of this?
[ They've never used it, so... he doesn't know... ]
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The way Masamune phrased it, though: make love to him. That conjures mental images that are somewhat different than the previous times they've had sex. Gentler images of slow and tender intimacy.
Yukimura's happy to give this change of pace a try. What would suit tonight any better than lovemaking, anyway? ]
Let us--
[ Then the MYSTERIOUS SOMETHING drops right into his lap. He picks it up and regards it with interest. ]
--Ah? What is inside of this?
[ They've never used it, so... he doesn't know... ]