He is so needy. It is endearing, and arousing, that he is willing to be so vulnerable with me.

So open, so willing to live much of his life where those who matter to him can see. I cannot be as open, but I wish to improve myself in this regard. I have much to learn from him.

I open the small bottle, and pour a generous amount onto my fingers.

"You do me honour, Genta," I say softly, reverently, as I stroke his opening with utmost gentleness. "Much honour."