[ He's already humiliated beyond belief, still as a statue, the taste of another guy's ass on his tongue and one hell of a boner straining against his pants, and yet Nitori feels that this can still get worse for him. It's quite a sobering thought, as you can imagine. Nevermind that there's a part of him that would probably relish the chance to worship his kouhai's butt while he sleeps.]
Because you made me, you...!
[ He should really keep his mouth shut at this point, huh.
Sometimes he has to wonder if Momo actually tries to be this damn inconsiderate; even if he's high on power right now or whatever, even if he's just jumping at any chance to make his senpai's life more difficult, he can't seriously believe some of the crap that's coming out of his mouth right now, right?
But no, his mind starts slipping from him again at the order, until Momo's words drag him back to reality and Nitori realises he'll have to be conscious for this one.
For some reason, he's actually grateful to be allowed his own thoughts right now; unpleasant as his situation may be, at least he's still aware of what's happening around him, which is some small comfort. Not that that does Nitori much good, as he feels his body hastening to obey, limbs moving against his will to drag him over to the bed, forcing him down to the floor until he presses his lips against Momo's big toe. ]
I'm sorry for being mean.
[ The sincerity is almost dripping from his voice, can you tell. ]
Don't worry, I got you! Fellow Britlander right here.
Because you made me, you...!
[ He should really keep his mouth shut at this point, huh.
Sometimes he has to wonder if Momo actually tries to be this damn inconsiderate; even if he's high on power right now or whatever, even if he's just jumping at any chance to make his senpai's life more difficult, he can't seriously believe some of the crap that's coming out of his mouth right now, right?
But no, his mind starts slipping from him again at the order, until Momo's words drag him back to reality and Nitori realises he'll have to be conscious for this one.
For some reason, he's actually grateful to be allowed his own thoughts right now; unpleasant as his situation may be, at least he's still aware of what's happening around him, which is some small comfort. Not that that does Nitori much good, as he feels his body hastening to obey, limbs moving against his will to drag him over to the bed, forcing him down to the floor until he presses his lips against Momo's big toe. ]
I'm sorry for being mean.
[ The sincerity is almost dripping from his voice, can you tell. ]