[ He'd been so focused, and suddenly, at the gentle cradling of his face he's lost track of it. His fingers flex against the flat of Dolph's stomach, unsure even though he's been given permission. It's all new territory for him.
Crimson spreads over his face, clear to the tips of his ears, which are the darkest. He glances off towards where he'd dropped the glass a moment before almost like he's about to use that as an excuse to back off, to catch his breath. ]
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Crimson spreads over his face, clear to the tips of his ears, which are the darkest. He glances off towards where he'd dropped the glass a moment before almost like he's about to use that as an excuse to back off, to catch his breath. ]
....Pretty sure it's yours, actually.
[ Dumb, but he's flustered now. ]