He can't help the laugh at his beloved's enthusiastic excitement. He blinks down at the array of dildos before a snicker slips free. Stroking fingertips over a few, he hums as if needing to debate every little detail. Kexing doesn't need to tell him that they'll eventually play with each one.

So he chooses one that looks like it could be particularly fun and pulls it free to rub the tip over his lover's lips. "This one," he murmurs. Of course he would pick the one that grows unexpectedly large, right?