[It made sense, and only made him feel slightly better. He had gone too fast for even himself to keep up; he was sure he couldn't have stopped himself if she hadn't. He was mortified enough about that fact- he needed, craved control over himself and the situation. To lose it so quickly was a mark against him, one he knew was getting worse and worse every time he was with her. It was still the medicine, he told himself. She littered his mind with improper thoughts and in a drug-addled state, he hadn't a chance.
That excuse didn't make him feel any less embarrassed by his actions or desires however, especially as she offered herself to him. He rubbed the back of his neck, slowly working his way onto his feet.]
I'm, um. Hm. To be honest, pumpkin, I've... never really been, uh. Good at that sort of thing.
[He rubbed at his face again, hoping to hide his deepening shade as he admitted his own lack of experience. It wasn't something he'd tell... well, probably anyone else, but he thought it might help her in some way.]
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That excuse didn't make him feel any less embarrassed by his actions or desires however, especially as she offered herself to him. He rubbed the back of his neck, slowly working his way onto his feet.]
I'm, um. Hm. To be honest, pumpkin, I've... never really been, uh. Good at that sort of thing.
[He rubbed at his face again, hoping to hide his deepening shade as he admitted his own lack of experience. It wasn't something he'd tell... well, probably anyone else, but he thought it might help her in some way.]