[A voice in the back of his mind is very embarrassed about all of this, but a louder voice is ecstatic to have this shameful desire entertained with enthusiasm. He knows he probably should slow down to let Vicious take better pictures of him, or pose for them in any way, but he can't bring himself to do so. He feels unbearably hot, and so he has to keep moving, as if the heat will catch up to him and burn him up otherwise.]
Ahhhhh, Vicious. If I—if you—
[No, articulating thoughts that are anything other than feverish dirty talk is also too hard. He abandons that until later.]
Nnnnn, gooddd, good, good job—get yourself in the picturrreeee—
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Ahhhhh, Vicious. If I—if you—
[No, articulating thoughts that are anything other than feverish dirty talk is also too hard. He abandons that until later.]
Nnnnn, gooddd, good, good job—get yourself in the picturrreeee—