I think we have that. [The coconut oil, not lube. Tohru had kept the kitchen really well stocked. She continues stroking him, idly reflecting how strange the rubber feels against her hand. His little nibbles make her hiss with pleasure, and she trails kisses across his chin to nip his ear.]
I'd have to go to the kitchen. [It's more of a question than a statement -- how impatient is he?]
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I'd have to go to the kitchen. [It's more of a question than a statement -- how impatient is he?]