Oh. That certainly is-- something, isn't it? It would be impossible to not notice that pressure up against his... bum. He feels conflicted between squirming away and making some excuse for needing to get up anyway, and just... letting whatever happens happen. There's a nervous twist in his gut, but it's more than that. There's a flush of warmth through him and something far more-- primal he doesn't want to think about.
Or maybe it's just that he feels he shouldn't.
He's afraid of messing things up or making Marc-- regret him. Regret this co-existence they're trying because Steven's chasing things he shouldn't.
But he ends up squirming back despite the inner panic, pointed.]
Marc... [He breathes out, quiet. Maybe slightly uncertain, maybe a little... more meek than he means to, but he presses back a little more firmly and summons all the courage he's capable of.]
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Oh. That certainly is-- something, isn't it? It would be impossible to not notice that pressure up against his... bum. He feels conflicted between squirming away and making some excuse for needing to get up anyway, and just... letting whatever happens happen. There's a nervous twist in his gut, but it's more than that. There's a flush of warmth through him and something far more-- primal he doesn't want to think about.
Or maybe it's just that he feels he shouldn't.
He's afraid of messing things up or making Marc-- regret him. Regret this co-existence they're trying because Steven's chasing things he shouldn't.
But he ends up squirming back despite the inner panic, pointed.]
Marc... [He breathes out, quiet. Maybe slightly uncertain, maybe a little... more meek than he means to, but he presses back a little more firmly and summons all the courage he's capable of.]
Do you... want some help?