Dazai slips an arm around Bedivere's shoulder and nuzzles his cheek... before lightly poking the other one, ending in a playful caress.]
Protip: anxiety's a performance killer.
You know, a prostitute showed me the ropes after I looked all this up. [He scrolls down and clicks on an actually helpful website.] Can't say I didn't have my fair share of fumbling either.
[Not that he's about to bring up his previous reputation now, but the fact is that sex only became a relaxing affair after he left the mafia.]
Trust me, I'd say I was worse off than you when I started out. What matters is that you're having fun and are into it, since that makes even falling off the bed a fond memory in hindsight.
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Dazai slips an arm around Bedivere's shoulder and nuzzles his cheek... before lightly poking the other one, ending in a playful caress.]
Protip: anxiety's a performance killer.
You know, a prostitute showed me the ropes after I looked all this up. [He scrolls down and clicks on an actually helpful website.] Can't say I didn't have my fair share of fumbling either.
[Not that he's about to bring up his previous reputation now, but the fact is that sex only became a relaxing affair after he left the mafia.]
Trust me, I'd say I was worse off than you when I started out. What matters is that you're having fun and are into it, since that makes even falling off the bed a fond memory in hindsight.