[this is quite the unfortunate situation, as sizhui hadn't meant it like that, but it had come out in a less than good manner anyway. he doesn't immediately think about it either, too busy trying to consider how they're going to do this while they're mostly unprepared. (saliva isn't a proper form of lubrication, obviously, though it can work in a pinch—)

he continues leading them along, his stride unwavering, even if his heartbeat is going a million miles a minute. there's always something a little nerve-wracking when it comes to hooking up with a stranger, but it doesn't take long for the underlying excitement to belay that feeling, an entirely new sensation that makes his pulse throb uncontrollably. he takes a deep, steadying breath, squeezes his fingers around broca's then guides him toward the bench.]

Would you rather... sit or stand? [a beat, his attention downturns to the bench before he clarifies,] I, uhm, I'm going to use my mouth on you first if that's okay? [immediately after a soft, embarrassed laugh,] I'm sorry, this just isn't how I'd like to make an impression.

[despite it partially being his own fault for using the shampoo.]