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"GOD, you fucking REEK."
Nem, with those bright, yellow-soled feet at either side of his face, can't avoid catching whiffs constantly. A smell that he's evidently fond of.

He glances at one foot, turning blue with embarrassment and watching those toes curl for the camera.
"How much longer do we have to-"
"Free to get up anytime," Vance interrupts.

Looking into the camera's viewfinder tells him all he needs to know.
Nem's getting camera-shy once again, huffing, tenting the front of his undies, and dripping through the fabric.

Knowing just what button to push, Vance just about lowers to a whisper.
"Or... you could ssslurp on these for one shot~"

Nem whines, gritting his teeth and narrowing his eyes as he's unable to stop the throbbing. In his mind, he's absolutely losing it - cursing his desires and begging for it to not happen right now.

"You look like you're consssidering," Vance nudges.