The bottle, it wasn't lube. He hadn't expected to bring anyone home with him, no matter how hopeful he had been that it would happen.]
Oh, man. Hold on okay.
[This was clumsy, and ill prepared, and it ashamed him.
He takes the bottle of hair product - his room was small and it was the only place to store it - and reluctantly pulls away from S'rahz. He scrambles to the edge of the bed, and practically runs out of the bedroom. When he returns, the bottle is open, arm extended as he walks quickly back over.]
Here, sorry.
[Leaning forward, he crawls back onto the bed, and pushes the bottle into S'rahz's hand, pressing apologetic kisses up his arm and across his chest.]
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The bottle, it wasn't lube. He hadn't expected to bring anyone home with him, no matter how hopeful he had been that it would happen.]
Oh, man. Hold on okay.
[This was clumsy, and ill prepared, and it ashamed him.
He takes the bottle of hair product - his room was small and it was the only place to store it - and reluctantly pulls away from S'rahz. He scrambles to the edge of the bed, and practically runs out of the bedroom. When he returns, the bottle is open, arm extended as he walks quickly back over.]
Here, sorry.
[Leaning forward, he crawls back onto the bed, and pushes the bottle into S'rahz's hand, pressing apologetic kisses up his arm and across his chest.]