(Goddess above, save this poor wretched soul. His thoughts are plenty, going about toward things less than innocent with forced thoughts to keep it from going there. Forcing it toward other things is working though he knows he finds himself almost wondering if this is a trial the Goddess herself is forcing him through now for whatever reason after he had long since dealt with many of them throughout his difficult life.
He finds himself trying to not drift toward something she herself would not want.
He even did notice she seems shy, something which causes the flush upon his features to grow knowing that he thinks he can't help but bring himself to stare at her in all her beauty. With a softness akin to interest without knowing as they're held together in this small closet; he's attempting to ignore her noises for his own sanity but he knows not how long he can hold strong for with this already weakening his attempts at doing so in varying degrees.
The thoughts aside, he tries to not tense at the sensation of her grinding into his groin again. This time with more purpose behind it as he tries to keep his head together; damn it, but he has to behave and knows it. Whatever emotions, connection he feels, he doesn't want to let it be destroyed by whims that may not even be wanted from both sides.
So he near tenses again after she grinds into him, unintentionally again, with the book she took in hand. He's not speaking again yet but he finds himself pulling his thoughts together first; it wasn't difficult to do even with him resisting the urge to take things into an unwanted turn for the two of them.) I suppose I can sit somewhere to provide more room as needed first? I know I am quite....tall, that it can be a disaster were I to move too much. (And it's best the smaller of them, her, has plenty of room in the event that they're trapped there for awhile. She'd be able to obtain help better: breaking the door will be the last option they use if necessary knowing he can do this quite easily.)
If it comes to us breaking the door, I'll personally replace it.
(It'd be his responsibility anyway, he didn't want her to deal with repercussions over his own strength.)
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He finds himself trying to not drift toward something she herself would not want.
He even did notice she seems shy, something which causes the flush upon his features to grow knowing that he thinks he can't help but bring himself to stare at her in all her beauty. With a softness akin to interest without knowing as they're held together in this small closet; he's attempting to ignore her noises for his own sanity but he knows not how long he can hold strong for with this already weakening his attempts at doing so in varying degrees.
The thoughts aside, he tries to not tense at the sensation of her grinding into his groin again. This time with more purpose behind it as he tries to keep his head together; damn it, but he has to behave and knows it. Whatever emotions, connection he feels, he doesn't want to let it be destroyed by whims that may not even be wanted from both sides.
So he near tenses again after she grinds into him, unintentionally again, with the book she took in hand. He's not speaking again yet but he finds himself pulling his thoughts together first; it wasn't difficult to do even with him resisting the urge to take things into an unwanted turn for the two of them.) I suppose I can sit somewhere to provide more room as needed first? I know I am quite....tall, that it can be a disaster were I to move too much. (And it's best the smaller of them, her, has plenty of room in the event that they're trapped there for awhile. She'd be able to obtain help better: breaking the door will be the last option they use if necessary knowing he can do this quite easily.)
If it comes to us breaking the door, I'll personally replace it.
(It'd be his responsibility anyway, he didn't want her to deal with repercussions over his own strength.)