[ What is this? Casual affection? Though not necessarily deprived of it, Tomura could count on one hand the number of people he's come to expect it from, and he'd always assumed Hua Cheng would be more reserved. After all, he's married, and they haven't really been so touchy outside of sex—but maybe this doesn't even out as "outside of sex" anymore. Regardless, puzzled as his rational mind is, he's pulled toward the contact, eased into it by the prompting of his suit. ]

Hm—

[ He considers the two options Hua Cheng laid out. Are these confessions enough to meet the criteria? The latter does sound more scandalous than the former, though not in a way that scares him or puts him off; he mostly wonders about the technicalities of it. ]

I can offer you pain, but I don't know if it's in the way you want. [ He's bitten and clawed Hua Cheng plenty of times, though it was all purely in the heat of the moment. He doesn't fall naturally into the role of giving pain as some would imagine from a dom or a sadist, intentionally and with deliberation, but maybe it could be satisfactory even without those features. ]

For the other one... Well, is there even enough room in here? [ He struggles to imagine it spatially, in this cramped phone booth. Then, completely unbidden and unasked for, the following thought spills out: ] But I've thought about taking two inside me before, so—

[ Catching up with the contents of his words, he cuts himself off with a harsh click of the tongue, his head tilting away from Hua Cheng. There's no turning around, however, to hide the flush of warmth that creeps over his skin. ]

—Not that I think it's any more doable.

[ Because who can pull two dicks out of nowhere, right. ]