"Does your throat hurt that badly? Do you need a drink? I can make you a warm cup of honey water." Cain suddenly suggests I gulp a nice warm drink to soothe my sore throat when he suddenly stands up leading my face to turn beet red at the sight before my very eyes.
"Idi—! Are you going to strut around with your dick hanging out!?" I blushed and pointed out his disheveled outfit and dangling member as he instead runs a hand through his hair and sports me a smug grin instead.
"Ha, I probably wouldn't have realised had you not pointed it out. Maybe I should count myself lucky." Cain chuckles softly as he tidied his appearance before briefly pausing to take in my own appearance.
"Wh-what?" I immediately felt self conscious and averted my gaze from him when he instead brushes his thumb against my lips.
"... It's nothing. You look fine just the way you are." Cain states in a soft voice as my cheeks warmed.
