[He senses it right away, the slowing of, well, everything. And while he's not put off about it or anything, he makes a deliberate attempt to clear the fuzz from his head, unable to completely stifle one last groan at the press of her hips.
He blinks fervently for a moment, his chest rising and falling and pressing at the buttons on his shirt, and he clears his throat as his hands still on her back, holding the elastic in place even if the press of her chest against his keeps the rest from moving anywhere right away regardless.]
Are you sure?
[His voice cracks a bit, the sound of it gravely and low, the lightest sheen of sweat glistening on his brow.]
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He blinks fervently for a moment, his chest rising and falling and pressing at the buttons on his shirt, and he clears his throat as his hands still on her back, holding the elastic in place even if the press of her chest against his keeps the rest from moving anywhere right away regardless.]
Are you sure?
[His voice cracks a bit, the sound of it gravely and low, the lightest sheen of sweat glistening on his brow.]