[Akira exhales a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, understanding washing over his expression. he squeezes Rion's hand again, because while he totally can't say he's never made out with anyone before (he has, many times, and now is absolutely not the moment to bring that up), he knows what it feels like to be nervous. or to. . . you know. slowly push at boundaries, to discover what is and what isn't okay]
[he smiles, and brushes his thumb against the side of her face, leaning in to steal another kiss. this one is gentle and chaste; a stark difference to their kisses from earlier]
Three. . .
[that's the first thing he mumbles. but the second is an answer to her question]
. . . and don't hold yourself back. I'll stop you if I need to.
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[he smiles, and brushes his thumb against the side of her face, leaning in to steal another kiss. this one is gentle and chaste; a stark difference to their kisses from earlier]
Three. . .
[that's the first thing he mumbles. but the second is an answer to her question]
. . . and don't hold yourself back. I'll stop you if I need to.
[make up for lost time, and then some]