He’s not into being intimate like that, never has been and never will be. Though he loves his darling, his dearest love, their desire for physical intimacy of that level makes his skin crawl. He’d never defile them with such an act, it feels dirty and foreign. They looked beautiful, he was attracted to them and loved them, but to taint them, he couldn’t.

Yet here he is, ignoring his true feelings, trying to psyche himself up for tonight, telling himself that he was doing this for them. Just the one time, then they’d see how bad he is and never ask for it again.

At least he hoped. He knew his body would react biologically to what would happen, but surely they’d see it wasn’t him enjoying it.