He heard the voice talking to him and turned his head slightly towards Kyouhei’s side, eyes still closed and totally unaware of the other’s expression. What was it nice about it? A part of him didn’t felt the need to answer, but another part felt like it wouldn’t change a thing to actually do it.
“It’s warm. It feels kinda soft” he started to describe what he felt “and you smell nice”
“Gah!” Kyouhei gasped, the palms of his hands digging into his eyes because he could look at anything right now or he would d i e.

Was that true?!?! It wasn’t like he could test it out for himself. He wasn’t a contortionist, and he was scent-blind to himself by this point… briefly, he wondered if the same could be said of Yuuto’s lap.
Then his brain short-circuited.