[Good boy. Natsuno gulps visibly when she starts unbuttoning his shirt. His gaze moves from her working hands to her face, both entranced and flustered and quite possibly forgetting how to breathe. He was going to wait for her, but once the shirt is unbuttoned he joins in shrugging it off.
To see Rita look at him like this - it's almost unreal to think that expression is directed at him. He wants to see more of it. He wants her to touch him and look at him and tell him how it makes her feel.]
Well... only blastia are really perfect.
[He's still flattered and honored to be so close behind! Watching Rita's face as she looks him over is wonderful, but the small distance between them... not so much. Natsuno slides his hands over Rita's sides, from her thighs to under her shirt, pulling her close to bask in the new sensation. For a moment it seems like he's about to kiss her again, but he shifts his weight back instead, falling on the bed with her on top of him.
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To see Rita look at him like this - it's almost unreal to think that expression is directed at him. He wants to see more of it. He wants her to touch him and look at him and tell him how it makes her feel.]
Well... only blastia are really perfect.
[He's still flattered and honored to be so close behind! Watching Rita's face as she looks him over is wonderful, but the small distance between them... not so much. Natsuno slides his hands over Rita's sides, from her thighs to under her shirt, pulling her close to bask in the new sensation. For a moment it seems like he's about to kiss her again, but he shifts his weight back instead, falling on the bed with her on top of him.
He's grinning. Both, please.]