[He didn't understand the gesture, specifically. Bedivere was...vanilla-minded, to put it gently. He thought sex involved missionary position in a bed, and mouths didn't go on other body parts like that.
The look Dazai gave him, though. That was one he understood, and his cheeks burned brightly as his mind finally, slowly, connected the dots. Those were bedroom eyes, and he was licking something like this...
The blush that spread to Bedivere's cheeks was not subtle at all. Nor was his choked shout.]
Dazai! That's not appropriate!
[He knew that, at some point, they would need to have sex. Unless Bedivere was the first Servant to perish, they would need to exchange mana for him to keep fighting. But that was private! And Bedivere nearly dropped the popsicle in surprise.]
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The look Dazai gave him, though. That was one he understood, and his cheeks burned brightly as his mind finally, slowly, connected the dots. Those were bedroom eyes, and he was licking something like this...
The blush that spread to Bedivere's cheeks was not subtle at all. Nor was his choked shout.]
Dazai! That's not appropriate!
[He knew that, at some point, they would need to have sex. Unless Bedivere was the first Servant to perish, they would need to exchange mana for him to keep fighting. But that was private! And Bedivere nearly dropped the popsicle in surprise.]