Now both of them are looking at him. "Wait, never? Not once?" And why, pray tell, does that excite Taharqi? He does not know, but he is honestly not complaining.

"...no. I haven't been - living under a rock - there've been opportunities - but. Nothing panned out."

Tintin does not notice that Taharqi is excited, because he is looking at his own feet. 

"I say we take our break now and get that sorted out," declares Taharqi.

"Oh good my feet are actually killing me," says Raziya.

"You probably have something about inviting more people to join, too, right?" the Kushite asks of Tintin.

"Who says I would want to?" she snaps.

"I said invite, you can refuse if you want. But I cannot say I would not enjoy the taste of you, too."

"...hmpf."

"I... yes, I would rather not complicate matters, and besides that I'm not attracted to women so it'd definitely be for your sake more than mine."

"Oh, so you're like Sendhei."

"I am pretty sure Sendhei is at least a little bit attracted to women."

"Well, to hear him tell it it was that or his own hand."

"...not untrue," Raziya admits.

"Well, sure, I'm fine with that." He grins at Tintin. "And I am sure I have much to learn from you, nonetheless."

Tintin wonders if he should - kiss Taharqi, or take his suit off, or something. Instead of doing any of that, he stands there awkwardly and tries not to dissociate. 

Well since it seems that they are not walking anymore, and also it seems that Tintin is tying himself up in knots, Taharqi will step over to him to lift his chin up and kiss him.

...and his other hand is now getting firmly acquainted with Tintin's right buttock.

Oh! Oh, this is pleasant. 

Tintin kisses back, inexpertly but with good instincts and clear enthusiasm. The hand on his ass is unexpectedly pleasant. (Tintin has an ass that thoroughly belies his skinny frame. It's truly one of the wonders of nature.)

He doesn't return the favor; his hands end up somewhere around Taharqi's shoulderblades. 

Raziya... watches. Tintin said privacy but well she can enjoy herself while he doesn't go actually looking for it.

The hand Taharqi had initially used to lift Tintin's chin up can now make its way between their bodies to find Tintin's—well, presumably the suit Tintin is wearing will not be a very strong deterrent for an exploratory hand in most ways.

He can feel the outline of Tintin's bulge! Tintin lets out a little squeak.

"Should we - um -" Tintin looks around for cover.

There are occasional trees and shrubbery and boulders. Taharqi identifies the best-looking boulder there and grabs one of Tintin's hands to lead them there.

(Raziya pouts just a little bit at the end of the show.)

(Horan is sitting on the ground and looks entirely too bored.)

Thank you Taharqi.

Once they're behind the rock, Tintin lets out a breath, and finds the button to unseal his suit, and - hesitates - and pushes it. The suit loosens, especially around the collar, and he shucks it in one motion. 

The first thing Taharqi will probably notice is that Tintin doesn't have balls. Not in the fashion of a eunuch, though - instead of an old scar, he has a glistening, pert-lipped pussy. 

Taharqi blinks, and stares a little.

His hard-on twitches.

"Well that is new," he says, sinking to his knees so he can examine it from closer up.