[Six's breath hitches when Nehan calls his name again, but that pales in comparison to the squeak he makes when he mentions a vial. He's happy, thrilled even, that Nehan wants this from him, but...
...Well, he's probably too turned on for performance anxiety to happen. That's what he's telling himself, anyway.
He carefully seeks out the vial Nehan was talking about—probably used to mix medicine, so he makes a mental note to buy a replacement for him later. Once he's secured it, he hesitates for a moment—Nehan's probably not mobile enough to move his hips very much just yet, which means—
Six's face is already a pretty bright red, but he feels like he's going to spontaneously combust as he somehow manages to blush even harder. Nehan is really asking him to screw him, and the absurdity of the situation, his own slightly tipsy state, and everything else means he just. Needs a second.
But he shakes it off quickly enough, gently adjusts Nehan's position on the bed, and hikes his legs up over his shoulders so he can oil up his fingers.
...Theoretically, he knows what to do...but he still looks nervous as he gently, carefully slides a finger into Nehan's hole, eyes fixed intently on his face. His sensations may be dulled, but that doesn't mean Six doesn't need to be careful after all.]
...T...Tell me...when you think you're ready...
[It won't be immediate, he knows that much. But leaving this determination to Nehan is probably for the best.
...Plus, there's a part of him he's desperately trying to ignore that's eagerly awaiting hearing those words from Nehan. He's wanted to become closer to him for some time now, but maybe he's got it worse than he thought.]
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...Well, he's probably too turned on for performance anxiety to happen. That's what he's telling himself, anyway.
He carefully seeks out the vial Nehan was talking about—probably used to mix medicine, so he makes a mental note to buy a replacement for him later. Once he's secured it, he hesitates for a moment—Nehan's probably not mobile enough to move his hips very much just yet, which means—
Six's face is already a pretty bright red, but he feels like he's going to spontaneously combust as he somehow manages to blush even harder. Nehan is really asking him to screw him, and the absurdity of the situation, his own slightly tipsy state, and everything else means he just. Needs a second.
But he shakes it off quickly enough, gently adjusts Nehan's position on the bed, and hikes his legs up over his shoulders so he can oil up his fingers.
...Theoretically, he knows what to do...but he still looks nervous as he gently, carefully slides a finger into Nehan's hole, eyes fixed intently on his face. His sensations may be dulled, but that doesn't mean Six doesn't need to be careful after all.]
...T...Tell me...when you think you're ready...
[It won't be immediate, he knows that much. But leaving this determination to Nehan is probably for the best.
...Plus, there's a part of him he's desperately trying to ignore that's eagerly awaiting hearing those words from Nehan. He's wanted to become closer to him for some time now, but maybe he's got it worse than he thought.]