[It's okay, he knew it was a date the minute Cy asked him.
The specific intimacy of the handfeeding earns another nod, a little distracted by the leisurely stroke of a wrist, as he always is when Cy touches him. That second stipulation, though — a frown curves his mouth, and he's unable to conceal how Cy's crudeness affects him. Color rises, unfortunately noticeable on a pale complexion.]
How would that work? If I was going to do it with someone else, [which honestly has not occurred to him, still reeling from their experience together —] would I come to see you first?
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The specific intimacy of the handfeeding earns another nod, a little distracted by the leisurely stroke of a wrist, as he always is when Cy touches him. That second stipulation, though — a frown curves his mouth, and he's unable to conceal how Cy's crudeness affects him. Color rises, unfortunately noticeable on a pale complexion.]
How would that work? If I was going to do it with someone else, [which honestly has not occurred to him, still reeling from their experience together —] would I come to see you first?