He doesn't seem to react in any way, so that's probably not how this works.

"Unless your powers involve bending contract law, I am dubious." He looks around, then at Ari again. "Although maybe I should be revising a thing or two. How did you get this to happen?"

Aw.

"I'm an agent of Love. Or something very similar. And my powers definitely include bending contract law."

"Maybe if you ever convince me of that I'll fulfill your little exhibitionist dream."

"I will, don't worry." Ari kisses him again.

"Anyway, the orgy seems to be winding down, so we should probably head home. Do you want me to carry your clothes?"

He looks down at himself and—doesn't blush. He's probably past caring. "I still am worried about being arrested for public indecency even if you're not, Mr. Kaltmann," he says, and... starts looking around again, trying to see whether he can find his clothes. They're not super easy to find. At least he's still wearing shoes.

"Don't worry, if we see a cop I'll just tell them you're with me."

Ari joins him in the search for clothes. Are they here? ...no. They are not.

Eric finds his shirt, so his trousers should be nearby...

There.

And he wasn't wearing underwear anyway.

And he's still wearing Ari's butt plug.

And that condom.

Ari pulls it off, then drops to his knees and licks Eric's cock clean.

"Wouldn't want you to stain your pants," he explains.

"Wanna lick everything else?" he asks sarcastically.

"I would love to," he says earnestly. "Do you want me to lick every inch of your body, Mr. Jones?"

"Yes."

Ari sets about it with gusto.

When he said every inch, he meant it. He starts at the feet and works his way upwards. When he reaches a particularly appealing spot - Eric's cock, or his asshole, or his armpits - he takes his time, licking worshipfully like Eric is made of hard candy.

His much-abused cock is stiffening again by the end of his tour.

Eric's cock hasn't been as abused as Ari's, but he's also not the Erogamer, so he's about as stiff as Ari himself is.

"Quite done, Mr. Kaltmann?"

"For now," he says. "Let's get you dressed."

He can do that. He's not producing as much precum as earlier, but the fact that he has a hard-on again—which he's making no effort to conceal, dressing it to the right—means it's not as innocent an image as it could've been.

Innocent enough not to be breaking any laws, though, probably.

Ari, predictably, does not dress his hard-on at all. He looks upon the moderately debauched figure of Eric Jones with unadulterated joy.

-he's still holding the condom from Eric's previous misadventure. He licks the cum from inside it, ties it off, and tosses it into a nearby wastebasket which is already nearly overflowing with the things.

"Ready to go?" he asks.

"Yes. Aren't you worried at all about getting something from that?"

"I am not. Trade secret." He strolls out the door, luxuriating in the harmless chill.

"...I think I'll get myself checked tomorrow."

"You can if you want. I don't think you'll get anything as long as you hang around me, but I'm not the extradimensional being of untold power who granted me these abilities, I can't be 100% sure."

"Okay be real here with me, is there an extradimensional being of untold power who grants you abilities?"

"Yeah. It calls itself 'the Erogame'. I didn't want to tell you until you'd observed something obviously impossible. You're a good guy, and you deserve to know, but it sounds pretty fucking crazy without context."

"The... Erogame. Like those computer visual novels."

"Yep."

"Uh huh."