Hoshor Plains [m] soundcheck

Successful in squishing Winterbourne, the bearish male grins in triumph. Yet, his mate doesn’t give in just yet; he twists around, landing nips upon his neck and shoulders. Eve chuckles, and returns the nips with a few of his own—though each get a kiss after.
For once he isn’t oblivious to the mood they’ve created, however, and he grows both nervous and wanting all the same. His touches turn careful and tender, and his weight no longer suffocating as he shifts to give him a bit more space.
I— He swallows, hearing his voice crack. I’ve never done this before—but, do… do—you want to?