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I rub my nose. "Allergies. It's the dirt."
Victor glances down at his muddy legs and trou, and at the trail of mud he's dragged into the house. He's not wearing shoes, probably because those lethal toe-claws of his won't fit in any mesakkah or human shoe, and it's just made the mess worse. He frowns down at his appearance. "This is bad, then. I need to clean off."
I sneeze again, hating that my nose is filling up. I wave a hand at the bathroom. "Go shower off. I'll clean the floors."
He heads into the lavatory and shuts the door behind him, and I program one of the cleaner bots to take care of the mess. I blow my nose twice, wipe my watering eyes while the bot merrily spins a path on the floor, getting rid of the mud. It takes me a minute to realize that the lavatory is silent. There's no sound of running water.
Well that's not good. I hop off the countertop and move to the door, knocking. "Everything all right in there?"
There's a long pause and then a grunt. "I do not know how this device works."
Did he not shower before? The controls are standard. Then I curse myself for being an assuming asshole. He was kept caged for the first weeks of his awakening, and when he was freed, his cell didn't have a shower hookup. I'm such an ass. "That can be today's lesson, then. I'll show you how to work everything in the lavatory. Let me in?"
He opens the door and I step inside—
And pause.
Why did it not occur to me that Victor would be naked when I came in? Because he's absolutely stark naked right now, and my gaze goes to the enormous cock hanging between his legs. Even flaccid, it's thicker than it has any right to be. The tip is bulbous and flushed, and the velvety undercoat that covers all of his skin seems to be nonexistent near his groin, which is the darker tan of his bared skin. He's completely swallowed by his foreskin, and underneath it, it looks like he's covered in tiny, textured bumps.
Oh.
As I stare, his cock stiffens, rising proudly in response to my gaze. The shaft thickens, and Victor's breath speeds up.
"Shower time," I call cheerfully, dragging my gaze away from the sight of his cock. It's not polite to stare, not polite to ask to take a closer look, certainly not polite to ask to watch as his foreskin retreats down his shaft, revealing the rest of him to my greedy, fascinated gaze. "You can get clean and I can stop sneezing."
"You were looking at my cock," Victor murmurs as I brush past him. Oh mercy, just the simple act of moving toward the shower is distracting, as I can feel the hot prod of him against my body when I move past. "I saw you looking," he prompts. "Admit it, Bee."
He's not going to let me get away with hiding under the guise of politeness, is he? I bite the inside of my cheek, wanting to shriek in frustration at how conflicted I feel. Part of me wants to turn around and grab that thick length and stop pussyfooting around the situation. The other part of me wants to race out the bathroom door and never return.
But I've promised to be his teacher, so I ignore his question and put on my managing smile. "Here, step inside the shower booth and I'll show you how the controls work."
"Why will you not answer me?" Victor prompts. "Is my cock misshapen?"
"It's a very nice cock," I manage, staring desperately at the control panels to the shower. "But we're not talking about this right now, Victor. I'm here to show you—"
"You liked the sight of it," he continues. "I can smell your arousal. It's starting. You approve of my naked body." He sounds pleased. "Can I see yours?"
"We're not doing this right now," I say again, my tone sharper.
"Why not?"
I dare a look over my shoulder, keeping my gaze focused purely on his face. "Because I've told you how I feel about sexuality. I'll kiss you but I don't want to take it further than that."
"Bee, I do not understand. I have proven that you can still feel desire. I did last night with my kiss, and I am right now with my pleasing form. I like it when you look at me. What is the harm in that?"
"There's no harm in looking, but it never stops at just looking," I point out. "Guys always want more."
He's silent. Then, "I would not ask you to touch me."
Now I feel like the bad guy after hearing that somber, almost sad note in his voice. Is he daring me to prove that I find him attractive? "I agreed to kisses," I begin again. "Not—"
