[ credence bites his lip slightly but nods, still curled there against him. the arm around him is soothing even though he knows what sort of thing is coming. he knows it's not going to be innocent by any means, it's going to be sinful, and it makes his chest hurt but he decides then and there that he's not going to stop.
that shyness is still there nonetheless and when the touch falls to his stomach he sucks in a slightly surprised breath, pulling his head back to look at him again, expression barely visible. he nods again, his voice very soft. ] Yes. I trust you.
[ then, barely audible: ] I want you to make me feel good. Please.
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that shyness is still there nonetheless and when the touch falls to his stomach he sucks in a slightly surprised breath, pulling his head back to look at him again, expression barely visible. he nods again, his voice very soft. ] Yes. I trust you.
[ then, barely audible: ] I want you to make me feel good. Please.