[oh. well. that's -- yeah, that's her chest his nose, his lips are brushing against, now. he inhales a little sharply, upon realizing that, but forces himself not to recoil. he does, however, tense again, faintly, before taking a moment, frozen there, to force himself to relax]
[this is alright. this was always where they were going with this. she's comfortable with it. she's more than comfortable if her breathing is any indication. they're both consenting adults. and so on and so forth]
[he exhales as he reaches the end of the little list he's composed in his head, breath warm and light on her skin, and forces himself to relax again -- the fact that she still hasn't stopped with playing with his hair helps. once he's managed and tentatively, almost questioningly (is this alright?), he slides the hand at her hip up her side to rest on the side of her breast. a moment after that and he's flicking lightly at her nipple with his tongue]
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[this is alright. this was always where they were going with this. she's comfortable with it. she's more than comfortable if her breathing is any indication. they're both consenting adults. and so on and so forth]
[he exhales as he reaches the end of the little list he's composed in his head, breath warm and light on her skin, and forces himself to relax again -- the fact that she still hasn't stopped with playing with his hair helps. once he's managed and tentatively, almost questioningly (is this alright?), he slides the hand at her hip up her side to rest on the side of her breast. a moment after that and he's flicking lightly at her nipple with his tongue]