[ Who the heck do you think he is, he's extremely thirsty and he's going to let it be known in the worst way possible... because he's embarrassing and he's an otome. Thus is life?!
He would've stopped if he told her to back away, but the permission he's getting galvanizes him to a degree where he can be bold. She breathes her last syllables and he's right there to kiss them out of her mouth, to taste her words and to sigh in contentment at how sweet they taste. ]
Are you blushing for me, too?
[ She told him to narrate, after all. A laugh, and he slides one free hand up along her waist, then under the thin fabric of her shirt to dance along the curve of her lower back. ]
You're making me want to take you, right here. Against this door.
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He would've stopped if he told her to back away, but the permission he's getting galvanizes him to a degree where he can be bold. She breathes her last syllables and he's right there to kiss them out of her mouth, to taste her words and to sigh in contentment at how sweet they taste. ]
Are you blushing for me, too?
[ She told him to narrate, after all. A laugh, and he slides one free hand up along her waist, then under the thin fabric of her shirt to dance along the curve of her lower back. ]
You're making me want to take you, right here. Against this door.
[ He will, too— he's not lying. ]