[He has to collect himself. It wouldn't be difficult under normal circumstances - just compartmentalise it, set it aside to deal with later, figure out what is going through his head to stimulate a very human sensation of embarrassment--]
I'm not-
[He's not really aware that they've even removed their bra yet. A hand touches his wrist and blooms awareness to it and the glove it's nearly touching both, drawing his gaze. It's a little lazy, lips parted for breaths he's still struggling to keep steady and even.]
I am not embarrassed. [except he definitely is. The indignant tone of his voice is new and out of place, too, his other hand still curled in the bedsheets like it will help ground him somehow.
Spoiler: it's not helping at all.]
Please stop looking at me like that. [The euphoric feeling lingering from their touch only recedes a little bit when he pulls his hand away, clearing his throat.
Notably, he doesn't actually ask them not to touch him, though.]
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I'm not-
[He's not really aware that they've even removed their bra yet. A hand touches his wrist and blooms awareness to it and the glove it's nearly touching both, drawing his gaze. It's a little lazy, lips parted for breaths he's still struggling to keep steady and even.]
I am not embarrassed. [except he definitely is. The indignant tone of his voice is new and out of place, too, his other hand still curled in the bedsheets like it will help ground him somehow.
Spoiler: it's not helping at all.]
Please stop looking at me like that. [The euphoric feeling lingering from their touch only recedes a little bit when he pulls his hand away, clearing his throat.
Notably, he doesn't actually ask them not to touch him, though.]