[ he cannot be expected to think clearly like this, as little sounds escape his lips from each movement, before he bites down on his cheek to hopefully stop it. he was going to look like a fool like that, wasn't he? that wasn't how someone like the charming thief behaved, he was sure of it.
but his head feels clouded, muddled. and he shouldn't, but he can't help but look at Leona in a different way. dreams or his hand were completely different beasts, so to speak, from the upperclassman pinning him down right then.
Wouldn't he want someone more experienced? Kalim doesn't even really know where to start, and his muddled senses aren't helping. ]
I'm not gonna hate you.
[ he says, a bit breathless, and finally loses the battle against squirming, arching against him to get comfortable-- or more friction, but mostly comfortable, surely ]
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but his head feels clouded, muddled. and he shouldn't, but he can't help but look at Leona in a different way. dreams or his hand were completely different beasts, so to speak, from the upperclassman pinning him down right then.
Wouldn't he want someone more experienced? Kalim doesn't even really know where to start, and his muddled senses aren't helping. ]
I'm not gonna hate you.
[ he says, a bit breathless, and finally loses the battle against squirming, arching against him to get comfortable-- or more friction, but mostly comfortable, surely ]
I just don't know what to do.