[ It really isn't fair how the simple movement of his hand can have Elan's body feeling as if it's going to contort; too warm, too eager, too much energy, all needing to find an outlet. He swallows hard, eyes blinking rapidly as he meets Hiyori's gaze, his nipples hardening under the attention that Hiyori gives him.

Focus, Elan.

Elan breathes; in and out, slow and easy, as he tries to steady his racing heart. He manages a shaky little laugh and then he sticks out his tongue. ]

...I bought a little bottle of the stuff, just in case I felt like I needed it. It's - uh - fine for using on myself, so-

[ He shrugs. Not at all sheepish, just a little matter-of-fact. ]

Let me-

[ He half-rolls over, reaching for his backpack. ]