[ Even though he knows why they're sneaking around like a pair of teenagers, it still catches him off-guard when she pushes him up against the door the moment they're inside the classroom. It takes him a few good seconds to catch on, during which his hands just hover awkwardly to his sides, eyes dropping when she untucks his shirt.
He doesn't even dream to tell her not to do that, though. His hands move finally, cupping the sides of her face, tipping it just enough that he can lean in and press his parted mouth to hers, teeth nipping lightly at her lower lip.
The background noise, whatever it is, buzzes in his ears, but he's more focused on the sound of her breathing, the fumbling of their clothes, their feet shuffling when they shift closer— the soft unbidden chuckle he lets out at the exciting secrecy of this little escapade. ]
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He doesn't even dream to tell her not to do that, though. His hands move finally, cupping the sides of her face, tipping it just enough that he can lean in and press his parted mouth to hers, teeth nipping lightly at her lower lip.
The background noise, whatever it is, buzzes in his ears, but he's more focused on the sound of her breathing, the fumbling of their clothes, their feet shuffling when they shift closer— the soft unbidden chuckle he lets out at the exciting secrecy of this little escapade. ]