[It takes a miraculous amount of resolve for Rude to decide for a more respectable ass squeeze than to go into her panties from the front the way his instincts told him to. He doesn't know where the line is until she kisses him back hot enough to melt him down to nothing at all.
So by the time her hand finds his cock, he's already half hard in his pants. The shape of him so obvious trapped beneath suddenly tight fabric, though he's unsure whether or not she can feel the metal bar piercing through the tip of his cock. Rude lets out a low groan, pressing against her hand with interest. He doesn't know whether or not he can get out of his own clothes, or if the same curse on her costume would affect him just out of proximity.]
It's more than okay. Can you get my belt for me? [He whispers against her lips, resting one hand against the wall behind her for support once he reluctantly gives her a little bit of space. His other hand at least attempts to pull his button down out of his slacks, and when it comes out he's reassured that the it's just Tifa who needs help.
Rude unbuttons his shirt expertly, tossing it on the floor just moments later. He waits for her to finish with his belt before seeking out her lips again, this time hoisting her up off the ground so he doesn't have to lean down. One hand at the back of her thigh shifts further than necessary, his fingers slipping in through the side of her panties to feel just how wet she is. Rude inhales shakily, the softest moan against her lips.] Oh.
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So by the time her hand finds his cock, he's already half hard in his pants. The shape of him so obvious trapped beneath suddenly tight fabric, though he's unsure whether or not she can feel the metal bar piercing through the tip of his cock. Rude lets out a low groan, pressing against her hand with interest. He doesn't know whether or not he can get out of his own clothes, or if the same curse on her costume would affect him just out of proximity.]
It's more than okay. Can you get my belt for me? [He whispers against her lips, resting one hand against the wall behind her for support once he reluctantly gives her a little bit of space. His other hand at least attempts to pull his button down out of his slacks, and when it comes out he's reassured that the it's just Tifa who needs help.
Rude unbuttons his shirt expertly, tossing it on the floor just moments later. He waits for her to finish with his belt before seeking out her lips again, this time hoisting her up off the ground so he doesn't have to lean down. One hand at the back of her thigh shifts further than necessary, his fingers slipping in through the side of her panties to feel just how wet she is. Rude inhales shakily, the softest moan against her lips.] Oh.