Kaelith wasn't sure what to say. He just kept staring at Leonhardt, but his mind was caught in a whirlwind of emotions. His lips trembled slightly, parted in hesitation, while his eyes betrayed a mix of nervousness and growing curiosity. It was the first time he'd ever found himself in such a position, exposed, vulnerable, yet so deeply aroused.
Leonhardt looked at Kaelith, the way his eyes darted, his lips parted in hesitation and the way he picked at his fingers and Leonhardt's lips couldn't help but produce a smirk.
He gave Kaelith one long glance again before saying, his tone softened, "It's nothing serious. I just want to taste you... and make you feel absolute pleasure."
"But..." Kaelith finally murmured, his voice low and hesitant. His eyes dropped to his fingers, which he fiddled with anxiously. "Isn't it... wrong? I mean—it's my ass...isn't it dirty?"
Leonhardt chuckled, his voice husky with amusement. "Oh... You're worried about not douching?"
