[The nipples pinken from the attention, hardening further and becoming all the more sensitive. Obsidian shudders and presses his forehead against Byleth's, squeezing his hips and legs, determined to be patient. If this is what Byleth wants to focus on, he isn't going to tell him "no".
Though a faint flush is apparent on his pale skin, the question earns a more flustered look, his ears pointing straight up to the ceiling.]
I-- er. I've never tried.
[A bit more confidently, he adds:] But I'll bet you could manage it out of me.
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Though a faint flush is apparent on his pale skin, the question earns a more flustered look, his ears pointing straight up to the ceiling.]
I-- er. I've never tried.
[A bit more confidently, he adds:] But I'll bet you could manage it out of me.