Devero doesn't force Koumyou to look any higher, cupping the other man's cheek in his palm instead. "...What do you mean, things weren't... right...?" he asks uncertainly. The last time they'd done stuff like that shines bright and hot in his memory even now. He would be more than happy to tumble right back into bed with Koumyou.

But apparently the priest doesn't remember it with the same enthusiasm he does. And the only thing he can think is that they moved too fast, and that Koumyou's having regrets after the fact. "We don't have to do anything you didn't enjoy again," he says, so sure that that's the problem. "I know we moved really fast, I-- I'm sorry if I pushed you past your comfort level..."