[He knows he's not selfish, of course he does - and yet he's been accused of that (and a lot worse) constantly, growing up. Even if he knows that it's not objectively true - or at least not more true for him than for the average person - he can't shed that baggage completely. An objective truth means little when everybody believes the opposite.
But that matters precious little now, the already entrancing kiss ending with her sucking on his lip, and he feels like he she's sucking his very soul to the surface from wherever it was hiding. It's shocking how good all of this is: kissing, making out... No wonder it's a taboo in his own world, he thinks. The potential nudity isn't even a big deal: it just feels too good to let the general public in on what feels like a personal secret bliss.
For that matter: hearing her and smelling her are at least as welcome as seeing her - there's little to see, this close up, and he's actually okay with that - and while it's nice to feel the heat of her skin, the rest remains better. It's still a little strange to aim for friction, inaction always easier - safer - than the opposite. But when he pushes into her once, twice, he can't seem to lament how weird the act truly is.]
... Does it feel good?
[He doesn't really doubt what her answer will be, but he feels the need to ask anyway. Maybe he just likes hearing it.]
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But that matters precious little now, the already entrancing kiss ending with her sucking on his lip, and he feels like he she's sucking his very soul to the surface from wherever it was hiding. It's shocking how good all of this is: kissing, making out... No wonder it's a taboo in his own world, he thinks. The potential nudity isn't even a big deal: it just feels too good to let the general public in on what feels like a personal secret bliss.
For that matter: hearing her and smelling her are at least as welcome as seeing her - there's little to see, this close up, and he's actually okay with that - and while it's nice to feel the heat of her skin, the rest remains better. It's still a little strange to aim for friction, inaction always easier - safer - than the opposite. But when he pushes into her once, twice, he can't seem to lament how weird the act truly is.]
... Does it feel good?
[He doesn't really doubt what her answer will be, but he feels the need to ask anyway. Maybe he just likes hearing it.]