I—I knew that.

[ Yeah. Just kill him now. Although in fairness, he guesses it is really hard to think clearly when they're both half naked and riled up and he has to very carefully keep his eyes on Shiro's face even though he's really curious.

Okay. No more sexual overtures, joking or otherwise. This is getting ridiculous. ]

... I know. You're right. If we try to do too much at once it'll just blow up and not give us very much to look forward to, and you're too important to me for that. I won't... do anything we're not both totally comfortable with.

[ He exhales as Shiro kisses his hand, feeling it unlock some of his tension. It's gentle and not charged like the rest of the night has been going, which is... surprisingly relieving. Maybe he'd been more hesitant than he'd actually thought. He moves in just slightly closer, brushing aside Shiro's forelock so he can brush his lips on his forehead. ]

Let's... take turns showering, and then we can sleep and maybe cuddle like normal, well-adjusted people.

[ Whatever that means. Normal is not exactly his specialty. ]