[ When he first arrived, he didn't know what he liked. Heck, he wasn't sure he knew what he liked right now. It was still, suffice to say, a work in progress. He knew what felt good, knew how to make his usual partner feel good but as to what he liked specifically... he had no clue.
But kissing, he decided, was probably one of those things. Kissing felt nice. Warm. Assuring. No matter who it was with. Or maybe it felt especially warm and assuring when it was with someone you felt a particular closeness to.
He couldn't help the faint flush that came to his cheeks and the smallest smile (something he hadn't done for what, weeks now?) at her words. ]
Then... you shouldn't hold yourself back. If it feels good.
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But kissing, he decided, was probably one of those things. Kissing felt nice. Warm. Assuring. No matter who it was with. Or maybe it felt especially warm and assuring when it was with someone you felt a particular closeness to.
He couldn't help the faint flush that came to his cheeks and the smallest smile (something he hadn't done for what, weeks now?) at her words. ]
Then... you shouldn't hold yourself back. If it feels good.