[ He never wanted to be a senpai; it comes with a truckload of responsibilities Nitori can't see himself matching up to, and he hardly thinks he's deserving of the role in the first place, especially when Momo is, quite admittedly, a far better swimmer than he is. It's that, and Momo's... rather unique attitude, that makes him come off as more an unbearable little brother than his kouhai.

He's also quite sure, if something like this had happened last year, if he'd had Rin-senpai on the floor hanging on his every word, it wouldn't have gone like this. Probably.

But, that's beside the point. There's a flicker of fear on Nitori's face at the threat, a light intake of breath, as the helplessness of his situation really starts to sink in. With that, and the revulsion at having Momo's foot so damn close to his face, his arousal's slowly starting to die down and with that, he's getting back some semblance of clarity - even if it's not as fast as he would've liked; he is, in the end, a teenage boy with hormones, and as much as he hates to admit it, there's something about being on his knees, with Momo's dick practically filling his vision, that his lust-addled mind finds appealing.

Nitori grits his teeth, biting back a retort that, as far as he recalls, there's been precisely one thing about this he's found fun, and that's because he was told to. He takes a breath, tries to imagine that 'play along' is an order to see if that makes anything easier, and tries again. ]

I'm really sorry, Momo-kun. [ He's bowing his head, at least as much as he can without disobeying orders. ] I was inconsiderate, and said some things I shouldn't have.

[ He'd like to think he's doing a better job of it this time, at least. ]

... Please forgive me.