[It's probably cowardly, he thinks for a moment, to be speaking more or less into her neck instead of directly at her. He doesn't like the idea of it but when his head is as clouded with anticipation and hormones as it is right now he can tolerate it for the time being.
It's not so much speaking into her ear as quietly speaking right next to it when he does talk, having finally been tugged around enough by her to stop his firm, eager kisses into the skin of her neck. Not that he exactly minds, discomfort around bringing up the topic again notwithstanding, because she's still standing up to him even while all of this is going on between them. In theory, the move probably sounds smooth. In actuality, the delivery (his voice) is grumbled, shaky and breathless.]
...You don't get it? How much-- Tch, how far do you wanna, you know, go?
[How awkward that question was, in both content and execution on his part (especially when she's being forward on all fronts by continuing to tug him around like this despite being just as mentally occupied as him), only hits him a moment after he's gone back to kissing- and at this point lightly pressing his teeth into her skin every other kiss with just enough pressure before it starts leaving a mark. He physically recoils from the "shit, I fucked saying that up" that crosses his mind, his teeth pressing in just a little as a result.
But he said it, so he's going to commit; no backing down from the guy who's life philosophy is to move forward into unknown territory. Even with his complete lack of experience and resulting reliance on hormones and bravery to continue on, he knows they're moving very, very fast here- not that he minds in the slightest or regrets any of it; the desire to continue onward would outweigh any hesitancy in the end. But even in this hazed and addled state he remembers her outburst from before to the suggestion of any of this and the last thing he wants is to have her reacting like that again (even if the circumstances are much different now). Better ask, before his hands, say, snake lower or further up.
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It's not so much speaking into her ear as quietly speaking right next to it when he does talk, having finally been tugged around enough by her to stop his firm, eager kisses into the skin of her neck. Not that he exactly minds, discomfort around bringing up the topic again notwithstanding, because she's still standing up to him even while all of this is going on between them. In theory, the move probably sounds smooth. In actuality, the delivery (his voice) is grumbled, shaky and breathless.]
...You don't get it? How much-- Tch, how far do you wanna, you know, go?
[How awkward that question was, in both content and execution on his part (especially when she's being forward on all fronts by continuing to tug him around like this despite being just as mentally occupied as him), only hits him a moment after he's gone back to kissing- and at this point lightly pressing his teeth into her skin every other kiss with just enough pressure before it starts leaving a mark. He physically recoils from the "shit, I fucked saying that up" that crosses his mind, his teeth pressing in just a little as a result.
But he said it, so he's going to commit; no backing down from the guy who's life philosophy is to move forward into unknown territory. Even with his complete lack of experience and resulting reliance on hormones and bravery to continue on, he knows they're moving very, very fast here- not that he minds in the slightest or regrets any of it; the desire to continue onward would outweigh any hesitancy in the end. But even in this hazed and addled state he remembers her outburst from before to the suggestion of any of this and the last thing he wants is to have her reacting like that again (even if the circumstances are much different now). Better ask, before his hands, say, snake lower or further up.
Easy, boy.]