Honestly reminds me of that time that my two English Lit/Lang teachers were having a meeting over my uni predicted grades and they both agreed I was shy so I needed encouragement so they both started over-the-top praising me to make me laugh but instead I was blushing like hell... ANYways, Sunny in the same position, always getting red and fidgety whenever Welt praises him and the man just come to the conclusion he just needs more of it to help get him used to it! So he's laying it on thick, calling him a "clever boy" with a teasing tone, ruffling his hair, squeezing his shoulder whispering that he'll treat him later... poor Sunny is at the end of his rope; sweaty and awkward and pressing his thighs together tight as another one of Welt's praises thrums through him. Finally he can't take it anymore, grabbing Welt's lapels and whimpering into his ear that he's so horny it hurts. And he caused this, take responsibility!

"Wh- wha...? Me?? How did I cause this?!?" He's scandalized as Sunday groans lowly.

"You and your- nngh... your stupid praises..."

Welt gapes, noticing the growing flush and shortness of breath as Sunny approaches something unbecoming in the middle of the party car! Taking him by the arm, he quickly guides Sunny towards the door, quietly telling him don't worry, he'll sort this out, he'll put allll his focus on him...

And then. A fatal mistake.

"Almost there, good. Good boy-

Sunday shudders in his grip, legs going weak and orgasms loudly on a warbling exhale. A large eet patch clear on his trousers. And all eyes in the party car on them.