[Thank goodness Yamamoto didn't question or ask him any more. He couldn't imagine explaining the reaction he had. Heck, he's still not sure why Yamamoto's fingers against the skin of his neck felt like an instant shock of pleasure. He fiddles with his fingers for a few seconds before hesitantly bringing a hand up toward his neck, grazing the spot in mind.

Well, obviously touching himself doesn't have any affect on the timer, but Tsuna does draw another deep breath in, eyes shutting while his fingers trace his skin. Again, he's thankful for the dark because then Yamamoto might see the little way his head inclines to one side solely from reenacting the other's touch.

And when he catches himself, face flushing even warmer than before, he thinks he should stop. Right now!]

Tha-That's not bad. One minute dow--

[Spoken way too soon. Tsuna's body tenses immediately and he freezes in place, voice stuck in his throat as a shiver crawls through him. It takes a few seconds for him to finally exhale the breath he held in and shakily speak, clearing his voice between words.]

I-It's alright! It's just o-one minute we have to make u-up. Are... are you okay?