[Bedivere was definitely closer to the 'church-enforced celibacy' end of that spectrum, though his was more self-enforced by his ideals as a knight. Wait until marriage, marry who you fall in love with, that kind of thing. Though that was largely because of Bedivere's ideas on how to be a knight, many knights of the Round Table were married or slept around.
And in that moment, when he felt he yukata part and Dazai's hand slip between the layers of fabric as their groins got deliciously close, he understood why that was always pushed as the 'ideal for a knight'. Sex was distracting. If he had known just how distracting it was back when he was alive, he was sure he would have strayed from his duty as a knight.
To answer Dazai's question, Bedivere nodded his head in agreement. He didn't mind at all, and he started to shift his body to let the yukata fall off of his shoulders (and his entire right side, thanks to no arm). It wasn't quite as easy as he had imagined it would be, but it was still easy enough for the yukata to slip down, exposing part of his chest and his biceps. The firm muscles there were free to touch, his chest was not nearly as marred with scars as other parts of him were.
He did feel a little self-conscious about his scars, though, and he ended up squeezing his eyes shut as he let Dazai touch him. He was holding his breath, like he was waiting for some kind of judgement over the state of his body, especially his lack of an arm. The scars there weren't pretty, and he was a little self-conscious about it.]
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And in that moment, when he felt he yukata part and Dazai's hand slip between the layers of fabric as their groins got deliciously close, he understood why that was always pushed as the 'ideal for a knight'. Sex was distracting. If he had known just how distracting it was back when he was alive, he was sure he would have strayed from his duty as a knight.
To answer Dazai's question, Bedivere nodded his head in agreement. He didn't mind at all, and he started to shift his body to let the yukata fall off of his shoulders (and his entire right side, thanks to no arm). It wasn't quite as easy as he had imagined it would be, but it was still easy enough for the yukata to slip down, exposing part of his chest and his biceps. The firm muscles there were free to touch, his chest was not nearly as marred with scars as other parts of him were.
He did feel a little self-conscious about his scars, though, and he ended up squeezing his eyes shut as he let Dazai touch him. He was holding his breath, like he was waiting for some kind of judgement over the state of his body, especially his lack of an arm. The scars there weren't pretty, and he was a little self-conscious about it.]