His muscles jump under his skin at the pleasant kiss to his neck, and it sends a chill along his back under the warmth of her body. Benjiro feels her comforting weight on his back as she fully situates herself there, purr rumbling through the contact, and a second kiss to his neck is met with a shudder in his shoulders.

Slowly, he drags the pillow off from over his head, face still beet red, but his expression less shamed and even a slight smile hiding behind his loosely crossed arms, “...perhaps rehabilitation is preferable to a sentencing for a first time offender.”