[ oh, dear. is he that transparent? or maybe junpei can instinctually pick up on these things? either way, it doesn't change nobori's embarrassment at being so effortlessly read, heat practically radiating from his face. part of him wants to lie and claim that junpei is imagining things. but... lying is something nobori abhors being on the receiving end of, which makes it much too hypocritical to inflict dishonesty upon another.
still, though, there's something important he wishes to clarify. even as the things junpei says send heat pulsing down into his nethers, he cannot proceed down this path if he lets them stand.
so. nobori puts both hands on junpei's shoulders, looking him in the eye as best as he can manage. even when not he isn't as red as a ripe tomato, eye contact is not the easiest thing in the world for him. ]
... no, your body is your own. I-it does not exist for my amusement.
[ the tips of his fingers drum against junpei's shoulders in a nervous rhythm. nobori has no idea how people do these things— just making it this far is giving him heart palpitations like never before. but this is something he'd be unable to progress in without making sure junpei knows he would never wish to treat him as a tool for his own pleasure.
with that, he just. decides to try putting that sentiment into action. part of nobori's policy is that he refrains from ever using his mouth when tending to the sexual needs of pets. and he crosses that boundary here and now to let it speak for how the current context between himself and junpei isn't just sexual by pressing their lips together in an almost laughably chaste kiss, compared to what's already unfolded.
does he know how to kiss? absolutely not. this is improvisation from beginning to end. ]
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still, though, there's something important he wishes to clarify. even as the things junpei says send heat pulsing down into his nethers, he cannot proceed down this path if he lets them stand.
so. nobori puts both hands on junpei's shoulders, looking him in the eye as best as he can manage. even when not he isn't as red as a ripe tomato, eye contact is not the easiest thing in the world for him. ]
... no, your body is your own. I-it does not exist for my amusement.
[ the tips of his fingers drum against junpei's shoulders in a nervous rhythm. nobori has no idea how people do these things— just making it this far is giving him heart palpitations like never before. but this is something he'd be unable to progress in without making sure junpei knows he would never wish to treat him as a tool for his own pleasure.
with that, he just. decides to try putting that sentiment into action. part of nobori's policy is that he refrains from ever using his mouth when tending to the sexual needs of pets. and he crosses that boundary here and now to let it speak for how the current context between himself and junpei isn't just sexual by pressing their lips together in an almost laughably chaste kiss, compared to what's already unfolded.
does he know how to kiss? absolutely not. this is improvisation from beginning to end. ]