[ Good call. While Aak's guessed the gender wrong, the rest of it isn't entirely incorrect -- that nervous little stutter, especially, hits the mark enough that Fuuta reflexively gives Aak's wrist a little squeeze in an clumsy attempt to be reassuring. ]

No, s'not that. It's not dangerous or anything. It's ...

[ And here's where he hesitates, voice petering off into an uneasy grunt.

... how old was Haruka again? Like, seventeen? Eighteen? He probably knows about sex and all that then, right? Even if he's kind of stupid and stunted and naive about things, he must have still gone through puberty and figured out what it's like to ... feel good. Still, the prospect of straight up having to tell him, 'yeah, you're just going to have sex with strangers here' is making his stomach tie itself into a knot, and Fuuta's face is a touch red when he meets Aak's gaze again. ]

-- it's fine. Just stick by me, alright? [ Said as he tugs Aak to start following after him. ] Let's head somewhere quieter. And if you ... see people doing dirty stuff on the way, just ignore it. You know what I mean, right?