kissing back, wrapping his arms around Dusk and clinging a little, getting as close as possible. even if breasts feel weird when all pressed up against a guy's chest. good weird.]
[ Really good weird; Letting his hands slide down him sides and over his hips so he can just kind of press him back against the tree and kiss him harder. ]
[he's doing a good job. shifting and rocking on Dusk's lap, making breathy little sounds, a bit too far gone to think very hard about how--weird it is to be like this. or how wet Dusk's pants are probably getting.]
[ It is. Kind of a hard thing not to notice how weird that is but Dusk is pretty sure that these are all Good Signs. Sliding a hand down to touch her again. ]
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kissing back, wrapping his arms around Dusk and clinging a little, getting as close as possible. even if breasts feel weird when all pressed up against a guy's chest. good weird.]
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[kind of. untangling their legs let's do this lying down thing.]
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[ . . . okay laughing a little . . . ]
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Perhaps I... if I sit down and you are... in my lap we would not...
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Are you... should we now...
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