He shakes his head. "I'll do it." He grabs the tube gratefully, practically tearing off the lingerie and starting in on preparing himself, rather hurriedly.

He might look a little odd, pink lingerie around his thighs, hand rammed up his arse, working himself open.
"That way... if he asks... it won't be a lie. I did it."
Part of him doesn't want the man to be bothered with it. Not telling him that he wishes it was him instead. His face isn't so bad.

Everyone thinks it is, it's not that bad, up close.
Once he's finished he washes his hands for good measure and presses the tube back. "I-I am grateful for that, thanks."
His lips are rather red and his cheeks blushed.
"Are ... are they ready then?"
The lingerie is pulled up even if it doesn't cover much. He's sort of aroused, trying to will it away.
It itches. He'll try not to scratch.