[Oddly enough, now that it's done he feels a wave of... something wash over him. He's not quite sure what it is, but if he had to put a name to it, it's something somewhere between affection and possessiveness. She looks unsure. Sounds unsure, even, and he feels, other than that strange emotion, a little bad.]
Only if you wanted to? I didn't- I would have been happy if it'd ended up elsewhere too.
[The floor, he means, and is an easy guess judging by the way his eyes flick down to the carpet. It's probably not the worst thing it's seen, honestly.
But the wave of affectionate-possessiveness hits again and he moves in to kiss her, gently, tenderly, even if the result is him tasting himself as he does. It's not as terrible as he thought it would have been.]
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Only if you wanted to? I didn't- I would have been happy if it'd ended up elsewhere too.
[The floor, he means, and is an easy guess judging by the way his eyes flick down to the carpet. It's probably not the worst thing it's seen, honestly.
But the wave of affectionate-possessiveness hits again and he moves in to kiss her, gently, tenderly, even if the result is him tasting himself as he does. It's not as terrible as he thought it would have been.]