[Oh god, the squirming is killing him. He makes a sound caught between a grunt and a groan as he's forced to drop his hands to her hips to -- stop her from wriggling. She can't possibly know what she is doing to him, rubbing against him like that. Or maybe she has an idea, but doesn't think it applies here. He does not need to pop a boner this soon into this exploration.
Even if his lizard brain really wants to yeet forward and embrace his inevitable erection.
As a result of that realization, he does not answer her question verbally. His eyes meet her's after she's done exploring the finer points of his face. Somewhere in between her exploration, he's tipped his forehead forward to rest on her's, momentarily content to absorb the contact.
But he doesn't stay that way long. Once he senses that she's still calm, he will eventually duck his head to search out her lips for a long but chaste kiss. It feels both the right and the wrong thing to do in that moment. But if it was definitely the most wrong thing to do, he suspects he'll find out shortly.
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Even if his lizard brain really wants to yeet forward and embrace his inevitable erection.
As a result of that realization, he does not answer her question verbally. His eyes meet her's after she's done exploring the finer points of his face. Somewhere in between her exploration, he's tipped his forehead forward to rest on her's, momentarily content to absorb the contact.
But he doesn't stay that way long. Once he senses that she's still calm, he will eventually duck his head to search out her lips for a long but chaste kiss. It feels both the right and the wrong thing to do in that moment. But if it was definitely the most wrong thing to do, he suspects he'll find out shortly.
So yeah. Yeet.]