Luka takes a deep breath to steady his nerves and runs his fingers through his wet hair. "Well...um...you have to...touch yourself. Like you...grab you..um..'member' and stroke it."
Luka huffs a laugh and wipes his forehead. "Well...I can always...research other ways that you can relieve yourself. I've heard that some will use a pillow or stuffed toy to..um...pretend its a mate."
Luka takes a small step closer. "Snow?" Water drips from the tips of Luka's curls, landing and rolling down his bare chest as he stands only two feet away from Snow.
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