"You'd have expected that being raised without a nudity taboo you wouldn't get an exhibitionism kink."

“A what?” Qana’to gapes for a moment, reaching for words without finding them. “I don’t—uh… what is that?” His voice lilts upward slightly.

"...a kink is a form of sexual preference that goes beyond, ah, normal things like gender, so to speak, and exhibitionism in particular is one of those for wanting to show yourself off to others."

That was remarkably scientific. “I didn’t say I was turned on by it. Just that it was fun to call their bluffs.”

Under the water, he was starting to stir just from the memory of it. “And since when is it abnormal to enjoy being looked at?” He shifted to try to keep his swelling cock far enough under water to be invisible.

"It's not exactly abnormal per se, though it's, in my experience, less widespread than you'd think? Some people are just bashful. But my point is more that, if nudity is unmarked, I imagine it would be rare to find it particularly sexual." (His own dick is starting to stir, though more slowly than Qana'to's for having come multiple times already.) "My village, I think, had a sufficiently high clothes-to-nudity ratio that I managed to get an exhibitionism kink myself but it sounded like yours was even more relaxed than that?"

“I mean, there’s a difference between just being nude and being displayed,” he protests, chest burning.

“It’s normal to be nude when it is warm or when there’s a fire going, yeah, but that’s just sitting around, not meeting people and playing—ah, we call it ‘playing stag.’ It means like posturing and showing off and all. That’s much more pointedly focused.” He grimaces, the water suddenly too warm on his thighs and balls, and murmurs to himself, “It feels hotter in here than it was earlier today, doesn’t it?”

"No, it doesn't," he says with a cheeky grin. "But I understand what you mean. I certainly don't mind looking."

Qana’to’s chest is tight as he smiles. “Well, by all means,” he says with a slightly ragged breath. “Least I can offer in exchange for a learning a new word.”

"You're acting cute for someone who was bossing me around not an hour ago. Making me want to make you squirm."

“Hey, now. It’s not my fault you cum harder to being used like a dishcloth.” Arguably my fault for enjoying it, but— “Get a hold of yourself before you come after me, bunny.”