[ There's something almost comforting about the perfunctory way Aak treats his scars. Not that Keita expected any different from a man who seems relatively familiar with medicine, but still—there are surely some who would find them ugly. The fingertip he presses against the center of the largest scar makes Keita hum lightly, and he says, ]

I was caught in an explosion. [ Just in case he was curious. ] For the most part I have no trouble with sensitivity, but I can't feel much in the center parts.

[ So it's more for practical reasons that he's telling Aak now—so that he doesn't bother trying anything stimulating there, since the tissue is too thick for Keita to be able to feel it reliably.

With his attention drawn toward the headboard, Keita regards it thoughtfully for a moment before saying, ] One at each post, I think. I can hold that for longer.

[ Above the head would mean eventually losing some blood flow, which might later interrupt their play. Having his arms spread to either side eliminates that problem, and if the name of the game is stamina then not having to stop in the middle seems ideal. Decision made, Keita climbs onto the mattress and then leans back against the pillows before extending his arms, as if testing how comfortable the position will be. ]

Yes, just like this.