[Gentle's good. Nice, even, never mind that Bedivere probably hadn't intended to build up anticipation like this, making Dazai grip his forearm to steady himself, a full-blown flush spreading on his cheeks.]
Almost.
[This wasn't his first rodeo, so sounding this affected over having his dick in someone's hand would've been embarrassing. Except this was Bedivere, the ridiculously sweet and honorable knight he's been thirsting over on different levels since they met, and he felt that seeing Bedivere giving an unintentional blowjob to a popsicle justified this response.]
Don't squeeze hard. And - hold on. Grab that.
[He pointed at the bottle of lube next to the pillow. Dazai could've gotten it himself, of course, except his brain was stuck between coping with the fact that Bedivere was about to give him a hand job, and the irrational and strangely specific fear that if he moved the wrong way, Bedivere's wonderful arm muscles might flex and Bad Tears might happen.
The pitfalls of having an overactive imagination.]
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Almost.
[This wasn't his first rodeo, so sounding this affected over having his dick in someone's hand would've been embarrassing. Except this was Bedivere, the ridiculously sweet and honorable knight he's been thirsting over on different levels since they met, and he felt that seeing Bedivere giving an unintentional blowjob to a popsicle justified this response.]
Don't squeeze hard. And - hold on. Grab that.
[He pointed at the bottle of lube next to the pillow. Dazai could've gotten it himself, of course, except his brain was stuck between coping with the fact that Bedivere was about to give him a hand job, and the irrational and strangely specific fear that if he moved the wrong way, Bedivere's wonderful arm muscles might flex and Bad Tears might happen.
The pitfalls of having an overactive imagination.]