[The way his mouth opens to form the word "panty?" but nothing comes out because she giggles, and the giggle makes him feel weirdly soft. Very easy for her to direct his hands when he's trying not to be stupid about girlish laughter, and the shorts disappear without hesitation.
His fingers feel her skin through the tights. A strange part of him thinks to dominate her, flip her over and be rough, and then another part of him is too afraid he will if he isn't careful. The tights are so flimsy under his hands, and he's also afraid the skin below them is just as fragile.
As confident as he is in his ability to remain taciturn, it's the hand between his thighs that actually manages to get him to flinch in a surprised pleasure which shows on his face. Maybe it's the pleasure that's startling. His nails bite into the tights; he doesn't want to be a ravenous lecher, and at the same time... He fists the tights and pulls quickly and firmly, splitting them away from her ass and thighs, cutting through with a crude, vertical hem. Using what's left, he hauls her onto his lap, and when he rolls up to meet her his exhale is sharp.]
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His fingers feel her skin through the tights. A strange part of him thinks to dominate her, flip her over and be rough, and then another part of him is too afraid he will if he isn't careful. The tights are so flimsy under his hands, and he's also afraid the skin below them is just as fragile.
As confident as he is in his ability to remain taciturn, it's the hand between his thighs that actually manages to get him to flinch in a surprised pleasure which shows on his face. Maybe it's the pleasure that's startling. His nails bite into the tights; he doesn't want to be a ravenous lecher, and at the same time... He fists the tights and pulls quickly and firmly, splitting them away from her ass and thighs, cutting through with a crude, vertical hem. Using what's left, he hauls her onto his lap, and when he rolls up to meet her his exhale is sharp.]