[ Bright red Nitori-senpai is a familiar sight these days, that's for sure, but this might well be the reddest he has ever turned. Perhaps in his whole life, if Momo had to guess! There's a danger his whole head might explode! Okay, no, there's not... but for a second there Momotarou wouldn't have been surprised if steam shot out of his long-suffering senior's ears. Of course all his reaction does is spur the puppet master to play with more of the strings. ]

Nope, I'm not kidding!

[ Momo drops down onto his haunches for a better look at his plaything. Don't tell Nitori he's been reduced to such terms in his kouhai's mind. Poor guy prolly couldn't cope with the news at a time like this, especially not when Momo dries his spit-slicked fingers on Nitori's soft hair. There's a trace of precum left, no doubt, so that's also good to keep in mind. Idly he brings his hand down to palm at Nitori's stiff cock through the tented material of his boxers. ]

We're both horny, so it makes perfect sense. [ In which universe? The Momo universe. His grip loosens and he falls back to sit cross legged on the floor. ] Unless you don't wanna, then we could find other stuff for you to do...

[ There's the teasing smile again. ]

I could order you to tell me the last thing you jerked it to, in detail, or I could make you drink out of the toilet.

[ With the rate he swings between childish and embarrassingly inappropriate ideas, Nitori might want to count himself lucky his attention has been almost exclusively ass-focused. But before he can response, Momo comes up with yet another scenario to discuss. ]

What if I made you wanna kiss my butt whenever I snapped my fingers. Would that stick around after the spiral-thing has worn off?