“…Oh.” They startle and scramble to move, pulling their hands down instantly and sitting up, legs closing, ignoring the uncomfortable wetness, growing cold, between them.

Shyly, they watch Justin dress as if they were no longer in the room, as if they haven’t just been made to experience a pleasure so bizarre and intense that they wet themselves with their own spend. Their own nakedness now feels overwhelming and embarrassing in contrast. Their arms come around their body, holding themselves. A minor comfort.

“I…I wanted to see you too, sir?” they say, a small reminder but it’s hardly a demand. Their words are flimsy and uncertain, paper dolls standing close to a fire.