"Yes," he says, nodding regally, "but I am a kind master."

… Cough.

"Now—not that I have a problem with it, you're free to have whatever limits you like, but I'm confused—explain to me the sense in you not letting my hand wander when our dicks are literally touching."

It might be too dark to see Anthony blushing.

Maybe.

No it's not. "You need to work on your 'answering questions' skill."

"– You need to work on questions that'll get answers!"

"Am I supposed to predict which questions you'll feel like answering, then?"

"… Yes?"

He looks down between them and points. "Literally. Touching."

"– If you're not careful we might find out if I can die of embarrassment."

"Then I guess I'll need to resuscitate you. Now, I forget, where's the mouth again? Is it that thing between your legs...?"

"I honestly feel like I may stay dead."

He looks down again. "Something's alive."

"Oh my god." Anthony covers his face.

"I feel like this is not the best situation for you to take the Lord's name in vain," he says, wrapping his arms around Anthony again.

"Hold on, I need to die." He continues to cover his face.

He chuckles and rests his head against Anthony's.

Anthony is busy dying. Super busy.

For a bit.

"You are way too cute." He shivers a bit. "And it's getting kinda late."

"I am going to be so dead in the morning."

"You're not. But I'm gonna give you looks and you're gonna go red in the face and it's going to be adorable and all the others are going to know something's up."

"I am going to die so much."

"Uh huh," he says, and plants a kiss on top of Anthony's head before unwrapping. "Let's go."

He sighs and goes shorewards.

And Kaede admires his butt and starts getting dressed. In a way that could reasonably be called as the reverse of a strip tease.