Charlie, who had just been starting to sit up a bit to make his condition less obvious flopped back with a groan of both relief and frustration. "Oh, thank fuck for that," he said, still glad that she'd turned her back so he could cover his eyes with one hand and disavow the whole situation somewhat. "I'm asexual too and it's been, what probably three plus years since I had my last piece? I'd completely forgotten that it was a thing that fucking happens." He yanked his hand back off his eyes and glanced over at Stacey. "Didn't want you to think it was, you know, a you thing," he muttered.
He shifted carefully and did sit up then, left leg dangling off the side of the bench. "The other two are on my shoulder and back so it's easier to hide then too," he added slowly, examining the already completed parts of his leg. At least now the immediate impact of the ink gun had paused his dick was being less insistent.