[ Jou almost gets lost in what he's doing, vulnerable enough to press a few kisses against his damp stomach, before he pushes himself up slowly, feeling that hand brush on his skin as he keeps his head hung. He spaces out for a long moment, staring at nothing in the dark. ]
... I should get back to my room, huh?
[ There's no conviction in his voice, just a light suggestion. He's too caught up in this as it is... he could slide back down and kiss him raw, right now, so sick for human contact. Even with his stomach aching, in the deepening night where he can see nothing, it's easy to just let things go and accept them as they come to him. ]
I'll go when you want me to.
[ He lets his personal responsibility and his autonomy go, with one addendum. What was supposed to be simple has made him realize right now, he can't trust himself to know what he should do. ]
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... I should get back to my room, huh?
[ There's no conviction in his voice, just a light suggestion. He's too caught up in this as it is... he could slide back down and kiss him raw, right now, so sick for human contact. Even with his stomach aching, in the deepening night where he can see nothing, it's easy to just let things go and accept them as they come to him. ]
I'll go when you want me to.
[ He lets his personal responsibility and his autonomy go, with one addendum. What was supposed to be simple has made him realize right now, he can't trust himself to know what he should do. ]