[Oh, he doesn't want anything like a show. He wants Keito, pure and stubborn and so himself, to undress exactly as he normally would. Eichi watches him with great interest and fondness for a moment before he leans over, his own slender fingers helping him tug them the rest of the way off.]

Say, Keito...

[Leaning closer, there's something less playful about his tone, right now. He's close, somewhere near Keito's ear, close enough that his hair brushes at Keito's cheek, but there's no skin contact as he tosses the pants to the side.]

How far can I really go, like this? If you stop me while I'm already excited... I'm not sure I'd know what to do.

[It's almost like it's a joke, or still teasing, but he's being very honest. He wants to know how far he can go, in any direction, in any way. Is it really okay? Or is Keito just humoring him, like always?]