[he makes a small noise of his own at hers, at her obvious pleasure -- a small, almost confused one follows, as she pulls away and for more than just an effort to get more comfortable. has she changed her mind? he doesn't think so, given how close she stays (though, it'll be pretty awkward if she has, considering he's half-hard already, just based on the noises she's been making and the heat of her skin under his mouth). has she -- ]
[oh. oh, well. he's a little embarrassed now, anyway, if only because yeah, they probably should have started there, but her breast was right there and he didn't want her to get the impression that he wasn't interested or was going to spend the evening playing dead fish or -- well. yeah. anyway. despite the heat in his cheeks, her kisses her back with a sigh, matching her in its cadence, even if there's an edge of something more, something almost hungry, underneath it]
[despite his outward bumbling, awkward professor demeanor, there's no shortage of passion to him. the Hulk should be evidence enough of that]
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[oh. oh, well. he's a little embarrassed now, anyway, if only because yeah, they probably should have started there, but her breast was right there and he didn't want her to get the impression that he wasn't interested or was going to spend the evening playing dead fish or -- well. yeah. anyway. despite the heat in his cheeks, her kisses her back with a sigh, matching her in its cadence, even if there's an edge of something more, something almost hungry, underneath it]
[despite his outward bumbling, awkward professor demeanor, there's no shortage of passion to him. the Hulk should be evidence enough of that]