[ Rinne's ears burn with an intensely pleasant shame. He trembles again, and so does his breath on every stroke. Every twist of the sheets in his fist is a futile attempt at keeping himself in check. Ai knows what she's doing, but does she know what she's asking for? Only those with true strength know when to use it, and Rinne doesn't want to embarrass himself with his ignorance. It's bad enough that she's talked him into this. If he makes a mistake and she never wants to do this again, how is he supposed to live with that?
If she wants to know what he wants, then maybe he can start by letting go of the sheets. He reaches for her sash to tug it loose. The cloth unwinds and the layers unfurl, then as he slides his hand around her waist: ]
I want to touch you, too.
[ Slowly, shyly, his touch begins to follow her curves. When his thumb finds her breast, he fills the rest of his palm with the supple weight of it, and he muffles the voice she lets out with another kiss. ]
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If she wants to know what he wants, then maybe he can start by letting go of the sheets. He reaches for her sash to tug it loose. The cloth unwinds and the layers unfurl, then as he slides his hand around her waist: ]
I want to touch you, too.
[ Slowly, shyly, his touch begins to follow her curves. When his thumb finds her breast, he fills the rest of his palm with the supple weight of it, and he muffles the voice she lets out with another kiss. ]