[Yu is feeling a lot of things right now, beyond the softness of her skin, beyond the feel of her fingers in his hair. The feeling of want, the creeping little tingle of need, is inescapable -- a fact that is very clear from the tightness of his slacks. But mingled with it is nervousness, maybe a little embarrassment.
This is not the first time he's done this -- a fact that he's very grateful she hasn't asked about, yet, because having to talk about it would be a whole new level of embarrassing.
But it's the first time with her. And that...that's significant.]
Mm-- [Speaking of embarrassing, the sound he makes when her fingers card through his hair, a soft gasp. The recovery isn't perfect, but there's some fondness in his expression as he responds to the question.] You really think you need to ask?
[Considering he can't keep his hands off of her, he figured the answer spoke for itself.]
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This is not the first time he's done this -- a fact that he's very grateful she hasn't asked about, yet, because having to talk about it would be a whole new level of embarrassing.
But it's the first time with her. And that...that's significant.]
Mm-- [Speaking of embarrassing, the sound he makes when her fingers card through his hair, a soft gasp. The recovery isn't perfect, but there's some fondness in his expression as he responds to the question.] You really think you need to ask?
[Considering he can't keep his hands off of her, he figured the answer spoke for itself.]