[The warmth of her skin floods his fingertips, and she's even softer beneath the material of her nightgown than he ever would've imagined. But there is a new sensation to focus upon, one that drags his attention from his hands—which are simply feeling out the shape of her, idly; which also means he might just be cupping her backside, or close to it—and continues to halt his squirming.
He is, in fact, still and useless as she opens up the vee of his trousers, to reveal the unsurprising: the bulge of his erection now given more clearance, heat exuding, just beneath his underwear.]
You don't have to be.
[He doesn't know what he's saying. She needn't temper her usual proclivities for his sake, is what he wants to make clear, but. Brain like sludge.]
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He is, in fact, still and useless as she opens up the vee of his trousers, to reveal the unsurprising: the bulge of his erection now given more clearance, heat exuding, just beneath his underwear.]
You don't have to be.
[He doesn't know what he's saying. She needn't temper her usual proclivities for his sake, is what he wants to make clear, but. Brain like sludge.]