[That renders Ucchii speechless for an entirely different reason; emotions he has long since buried come rushing to the forefront of his mind, and the temptation to resume kissing his lord aches in his heart for a brief, sorrowful moment.
But the thought of Daigo breaks through the cloud of nostalgic, melancholy desire, and Ucchii shakes his head, determined to be understood.]
I do not speak of- [A false start; this is more difficult than he imagines.]
The man in my arms. The man I went to bed with last night. He was not you.