[Don't tell me that. Something in it is so fond, almost painfully fond, and his head feels... heavy. Swimming, he thinks, in the plethora of sensations he's found himself in.]

Ah... I... [He's going to go crazy, he thinks. This is far too intimate, too sweet, too... everything. But if the alternative is right back to where they were before... maybe he's right.

Maybe it is better.]

You can do what you like, after all. It's just... nnmph.

[He can feel just how tightly he clenches around Childe's slowly shifting cock, cheeks red and body trembling. There's no saying how long this will keep going, especially with how long the harbinger had gone just with his tip.]

I won't be able to think if you keep up like this... though, I suppose you don't mind that, either.