[Everything feels so sensitive. It's not like when he touches himself. You know! In the shower and other times when needs to get dressed or, or... Well, maybe other times too. This is completely different just Murata touching him is like something unbelievable. And he's traveled to another world via a toilet, so that's saying something.
He still wasn't used to that sensation when he watched his friend's tongue run along the head.] AAUH!
[The team better be far away if he keeps making those sounds. He might have asked about the timing if not for the complete and utter inability to form words.
At first he closes his eyes—too nervous to watch, but slowly he opens one and then the other again. He watches with large eyes and larger fascination as Murata engulfs him. Yuuri reaches down, wanting to...to communicate in this new wordless way of his, and gently brushes back the other boy's dark hair.]