[ No! That doesn't help at all!!! Fuuta stiffens slightly when her hand reaches up, the flush in his cheeks deepning at the soft lilt of her words. But ultimately -- she didn't say she doesn't want it. And if she said she trusts him, the last thing he wants to do is go back on his word and come across as some sort of spineless coward.
Obviously, he needs to forge on. ]
It's fine, okay. It's fine. ... s'fine. So. [ Deep breath. ] Just ... sit still for a second, alright.
[ And then, head ducked to avoid looking at her, he awkwardly wedges a leg between hers so he's only straddling one of her thighs and ... well, grinds on it. It's not very sexy at all! His legs are a little wobbly from hovering his weight to keep from like, just, sitting on her, and his movements are stiff, his grip pale-knuckled at the back of her chair to keep himself balanced, but. You know. He does the thing. And after five, ten agonizing seconds (which surely must be enough???) he stumbles back and hastily scrunches himself back in his chair. ]
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Obviously, he needs to forge on. ]
It's fine, okay. It's fine. ... s'fine. So. [ Deep breath. ] Just ... sit still for a second, alright.
[ And then, head ducked to avoid looking at her, he awkwardly wedges a leg between hers so he's only straddling one of her thighs and ... well, grinds on it. It's not very sexy at all! His legs are a little wobbly from hovering his weight to keep from like, just, sitting on her, and his movements are stiff, his grip pale-knuckled at the back of her chair to keep himself balanced, but. You know. He does the thing. And after five, ten agonizing seconds (which surely must be enough???) he stumbles back and hastily scrunches himself back in his chair. ]
-- your turn.