[he's not wrong, of course. it's not something they've had a chance to talk about, and before this, his own experience was largely limited...]

Mm, I do mean it. I can explain when we're somewhere... else.

[oh, but he's not sure which is harder to handle—the slide of Yakumo out and the shift of fluid as it spills out or the sensation when he fucks back in. the latter, at least, pulls a soft yelp out of him and his arms tighten a little around the other.]

Nngh... ah... there is, isn't there? [inhaling a slow breath, he leans up enough to press their foreheads together.] I can... deal with the mess while we get somewhere else...

I'd suggest carrying me somewhere, but... it's a bit crowded, isn't it?

[he's gotten used to the embarrassment of being noticed by now, but Yakumo's only just arrived. if not for this damn pollen...]