He's using spit, I think. Not enough, but at least it'll be something.

This is going to hurt.

He spreads my legs further apart, and I tense, then gasp as his teeth near break the skin in my shoulder. I don't know if we should do this, not just because it'll hurt, but because I don't know how to deal with what he's feeling. Hell, I don't even know if I can define what he's feeling.

I thought I knew.

He's shaky. His erection's nudging at me. I swallow, hard, and wait, then...

Then his weight's gone, and he's on the other side of the room. My head comes up and I blink at the wall. "Ankh?"

I push myself up, wincing a little, then yank my pants up as I turn. My heart squeezes, my face falls. "Ankh," I repeat helplessly. Maybe I should get someone else to talk to him. Someone who knows what they're doing.