[Okay, you know what, fine, he does deserve that. Even he'll admit it, as he tugs his hat down over his face in complete mortification. The parts of his face that can be seen are tomato-red, but there's no resentment in him, just a sort of floaty embarrassment that lingers on the edges of arousal, making eyes at it from across the border.]
I know that.
[How much of this squirming is because of genuine physical discomfort and how much is because he's been shamed half to death? Yes.]
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[Okay, you know what, fine, he does deserve that. Even he'll admit it, as he tugs his hat down over his face in complete mortification. The parts of his face that can be seen are tomato-red, but there's no resentment in him, just a sort of floaty embarrassment that lingers on the edges of arousal, making eyes at it from across the border.]
I know that.
[How much of this squirming is because of genuine physical discomfort and how much is because he's been shamed half to death? Yes.]
. . . 's fucking. No walls here. [nailed it]