[At any other time, he might have something to say about being called buddy boy. Between the kiss and the hands on him and the rubbing on his cock and everything else, though, he doesn't really have much of anything to say at all.]
Christ...
[That's all he manages past another groan. This isn't his first time having an (at least mostly) anonymous encounter in a bathhouse, but it's not exactly an experience he'd ever actually expected to repeat.
He moves as Orange directs him, his own arms reaching past him to brace himself against the pool's edge, but doesn't take any further action than looking up at him, almost expectantly. He's not an idiot; he can sense nothing but a total lack of magic capability from these two, knows logically he has no reason to fear plunder from either of them. But that does little to ease the anxiety he feels at having his grimoire so blatantly exposed, power already and instinctively tingling throughout its inner hexagonal phalanxes and wild outer curves, or the tension that plainly shows in the muscles of his back and arms.]
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Christ...
[That's all he manages past another groan. This isn't his first time having an (at least mostly) anonymous encounter in a bathhouse, but it's not exactly an experience he'd ever actually expected to repeat.
He moves as Orange directs him, his own arms reaching past him to brace himself against the pool's edge, but doesn't take any further action than looking up at him, almost expectantly. He's not an idiot; he can sense nothing but a total lack of magic capability from these two, knows logically he has no reason to fear plunder from either of them. But that does little to ease the anxiety he feels at having his grimoire so blatantly exposed, power already and instinctively tingling throughout its inner hexagonal phalanxes and wild outer curves, or the tension that plainly shows in the muscles of his back and arms.]