"So ashamed," Mink hums, his voice so affectionate for the moment as his fingers continue to card through Aoba's long, long hair. How did he get so lucky to find a kid like this in such a place? "Even though you're hard, you can't admit it. Can you? You can't admit that I made you hard. That when you wrapped your lips around my dick, you felt complete."

But then, Mink wouldn't like Aoba half as much if he admitted things like that right off the bat, would he?

Letting go, Mink turns and opens the door, stepping out and over to the sinks to wash up. It doesn't look like he has any plans of going back to Aoba to help him out.