"No, not rude," he managed to say, feeling unbearably uncomfortable trying to have an actual conversation with words and not grunts and moans while in the state he was in. Already his pants were proving to be quite constricting and his dick was sourly unappreciative of this fact. Sourly. He tried shifting his position but nothing felt more comfortable and how could it??
Oh GOD. They were still talking!! Obviously they did not understand the situation he was in, and well duh, Kirk, they're girls. And girls generally do not have penises.
He tuned into what Kim was saying, finding it an agreeable note and he nodded more than a little eagerly, "I'll help you with that." It was an offer. Sort of. More like he was volunteering himself. He didn't realize Kim took notice of his predicament so he discreetly palmed it, hoping to calm it down. Alas.