#holding him gently in my palms 🤲

[v3lnys]

MY BOY!!!

[iampowerkitty]

taking my two silly interests and combining them 🫶🫶

Pls say hi to the definitely very real guzma cookie of cookie run kingdom 🤍💛🍪

I put together a kingdom style gacha intro for him too that I'll try to post as well 🫶

[psy-ay-ay]

oh Orihime how I love you so

[marycorcaroli]

POSITION FOR YOU.

characters: scorpion (kuai liang), kung lao, raiden.

words count: 449.

warnings: fem!reader, 18+, missionary, 69, riding, pussy drunk kung lao, spanking, mommy kink raiden.

mary ♡: hope u like it ! english is not my first language, i apologize for the mistakes ♡

rules ; masterlist.

SCORPION ( KUAI LIANG).

missionary ! you're both too sweaty, but that doesn't stop kuai liang, he wants you to feel his warmth and the way his heart speeds up just by looking at you. your arms are around his neck, tilting you to kiss him sensuously, his hips thrust into you too gently, while his palms are around your cheeks and he strokes them with his fingertips. oh, he's so in love with you and it's wonderful. his lips move with yours as if in a dance, he lets you dominate him and do whatever you want. breaking away from your kiss and looking into your eyes with a loving gaze, kuai liang presses his forehead against yours, and with his hands he grabs yours and continues to thrust into you. he lets out a low moan, but most of all he wants to hear you and how good it feels to be with him now.

KUNG LAO.

69 ! he feels that this is the most comfortable position for the two of you, while your lips wrap around his throbbing cock and your palm helps, his tongue keeps licking you clean and biting your already swollen clit. his hands gently wrap around your hips and press a little closer to your face, your cheeks are already full of tears of pleasure and your moans are getting louder and louder. your mouth warms his cock and kung lao feels your left leg twitch again as he bites you, his jaw clenches again and his palm meets your ass in a rough spanking, causing you to moan. he likes this position because you can feel each other completely and the way you fit together like a puzzle.

RAIDEN.

the most romantic baby ! he doesn't care what position you are in, as long as he can touch you. raiden lets you ride him while your claws dig into his shoulders leaving a mark and some blood, your eyes stare firmly into his while your mouths make the most pornographic sounds. raiden holds your waist with one hand and strokes you gently while the other hand grabs your tit and starts rubbing the nipple knowing how much you like it. 🤲 raiden has cum a few times already but you still don't stop and keep finishing him off until he turns into a sobbing mess and starts saying "mommy...", mommy kink for days ! !

[yuwuta]

yuuta crumbs pls queen 😔🤲

here’s something from a fic that’s been kicking my ass as of late, it’s something i planned way back in february as a valentine’s day thing and obvs never got around to finishing it in time 😔 for context, yuuta’s been hit with a kind of cupid’s bow/lovesick curse that makes him act, well... more lovesick than usual. f2l because what's new around here

“Yuuta, stop!” 

He freezes, the tone of your voice shocking him to a complete stop—the desperation and anger in your cry reverberates through him and incites fear. Not the basal kind that makes him feel like he’s in danger; the kind born from anxiety; the kind that makes him terrified of losing you.

When he turns to you, it’s with wide, regretful eyes, and a strikingly meek demeanor, in complete contrast to his previous, eminent bloodlust. He unclenches his fist from Toge’s jacket, dropping him from his grasp to trudge towards you with laser focus.  

“Are you mad at me?” Yuuta questions, words desperate not unlike yours before, but far more rushed, and laced with an anxiety that isn’t unlike the normal Yuuta you know. He stops walking when he’s in front of you, tipping his head down slightly, leaving no room for you to look anywhere but directly at him, when he notices you trying to tip-toe to look past him to Toge, “Did I make you mad? Are you angry? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Please don’t hate me!”  

He keeps pleading with you, begging you not to hate him. You’re not sure that he even knows what he’s apologizing for, but his mantra of don’t hate me, don’t hate me—I love you—don’t hate me rings loudly in your ears. 

His reaction confuses you. Had the way you called his name struck something this despondent and regretful inside of him? Can he even feel true regret right now?—you’re certain if you hadn’t stopped him when you had, he’d have hurt Toge, but he didn’t seem sorry about injuring his friend, only for making you upset. It wasn’t like a few days ago when your mere presence could catch his attention, make him light up and wag his tail like a puppy. You had asked for Yuuta to calm down before he grabbed Toge, but he was blind to your wishes this time—it wasn’t love that was fueling his actions anymore. 

His curse didn’t make sense before, but now it’s grown even more confusing to you. You don’t have time to ponder the abnormalities any further when you start to feel Yuuta’s cursed energy bubbling around you. He’s still crying for forgiveness, clearly remorseful of his actions, but his energy doesn’t wallow with him; it grows stronger with every plea from his lips, and eventually the room feels stifling because of Yuuta’s persistence and exclamations of love for you.  

“No, no—Yuuta, I don’t hate you,” you’re careful to call his name tenderly this time, despite your hurried actions to reach and cradle his face between your palms, “I never said that. I never would.”  

Almost instantly, he seems to calm, the room feels lighter, and he stops rambling for forgiveness once he hears your words. “You… don’t hate me?”  

“No, Yuuta, I could never hate you,” you tell him, gently, endeared by how placid he’s become after a shred of reassurance—and relieved to no longer be drowning in the threat of his cursed energy, “But if you love me—”  

“I do,” he interjects, raising a hand to wrap around your wrists, tilting his head down further into your palms; and his eyes sparkle now like a little kid who’s excited to share something—eager and grounded and certain, “I do love you, not if.”  

You pause, then smile. It’s impressive how chipper he is now when he was bordering on a lovesick-induced panic attack mere seconds ago. “Well since you love me, you can’t hurt the other people I care about.”  

Yuuta frowns now, moving his hands to peel yours away from his face. He lets go of your wrists only to wrap his hands around yours instead, holding them between your bodies. “But I don’t want you to care about anybody else,” he pouts, petulant, the childlike air around him now on the verge of a tantrum, “I love you, and only you. I want you to love me, and only me, too. Isn’t that fair?”  

His words are so earnest and bold, you’re tempted to believe him this time; almost tricked into thinking Yuuta is saying this of his own volition; almost flattered by his proclamation until you remember that these are the emotions and words of a curse, and not his own.  

“I can’t not care about my friends. They care about you, too—Toge cares about you a lot, so you can’t hurt him, or anybody else, not even for me.”   

You feel him squeeze your hands as his lips turn downwards in frustration. He’s quiet for a moment, weighing his options, and you carefully scan his face, hoping your words don’t resonate the wrong way. Luckily, after a minute, a small smile crawls onto Yuuta’s lips and his head perks up before he tells you, “Okay… if… if you care, then Yuuta cares!”  

“Well, that’s not...” you pause, when Yuuta’s grin widens, eyes crinkling from his smile and you don’t have the heart to stop it, nor do you have the capacity to stop him should you trigger another episode. “You know what, yeah that works.”  

“Because I love you!” he continues, moving his hands to rest against your shoulders, now happy and sure of himself, “Do you love Yuuta, too?”  

Your head jerks slightly, leaving you looking up at him owlishly when you realize this is the first time he’s asked you that question. Up until now, the cursed version of Yuuta has put the emphasis on his love for you, unconcerned about a mutual attraction. Even just now, his concern with Toge’s potential attraction to you was a new development—and his true concern seemed to be with how he could stop it, to ensure that you only felt his love.  

Things are changing. Yuuta almost hurt someone he otherwise considers a dear friend—he’s not just playing at pure love anymore—now there’s jealousy, and fear, and a possessive nature on the table, too, and you’re not sure what to expect next. His curse is inexplicably complex, almost impossibly human. You wonder how it’s at all possible. 

You know that Shoko advised you not to feed into Yuuta’s cursed feelings too much, but right now you can hardly see the line between your Yuuta and the lovesick version of him, and you won’t wait until that border is permanently blurred. If reassurance is what it takes to keep his feelings at bay, then so be it. You’re not scared of Yuuta himself, but you fear that he might hurt himself just to seek your approval and love. You can’t let him do that, especially not when he already has it.  

“Of course I do, Yuuta,” you reply, a wobbly smile with teary eyes because now you’re pleading with him, “Please, don’t forget that.”

[bestuzh]

Hello tumblr! 👋👋👋 Today I brought you a reference of my OC on warrior cats!!! His name is Duskmind (in my language it literally sounds like "slowly dying mind", because he has dementia, but I'm not sure if Duskmind means the same to you)

Well, I also call him Dusky :3

Dusky is a MoonClan cat!! Moonclan – gloomy cats in appearance, but at hearts they are actually cheerful and kind. don't like rules and simplify everything that is required, adherents of alternatives and everything new

on their territory you can find mountains, swamps, valleys, and even small forests!

live in rock caves and worship their deity – the mother moon

I love him madly!!! He is my sweet kind boy, I hold him in my warm palms 🤲 and gently kiss him between the ears. I am also responsible for him in Ask!! I will be glad to share my answers with you later :З

In my next post I will share with you his humanization and DEMN he is really good, I hope you will stay with me to enjoy it.

Thank you very much for your activity in the comments under my posts and in reblogs (sorry, I literally found out the day before yesterday that people can write something in reblogs, I am such a boomer)

I am incredibly grateful to you, you make me happy!!!

[soaps-mohawk]

(Gift for you 🤲🥺)

The heat had been bearing down on you for days, rendering you almost useless. Couldn't go outside for more than ten minutes, doing anything strenuous inside didn't fare much better when the air conditioning couldn't keep up with the stifling warmth.

"Love?"

Kyle. He's standing at your side, poking gently at your shoulder where you're sprawled face-down on the sofa in front of a fan with a wet rag on the back of your neck. He'd thought about laying a hand flat against your back to get your attention, but he was loathe to cause you any more discomfort with the heat he radiates naturally.

Turning your head to the right reveals a few folded-up paper towels and two popsicles in his palm, the wrappers already open because he'd peeled them all to find two of your favorite flavor. A water bottle, with electrolyte powder already mixed in, is perched on the side table where the tabletop fan is aimed at you on full-blast.

When all you can offer is a cranky whine of discomfort and a sad little 'thank you' as you accept the popsicles and immediately unwrap one, Kyle just gives a sympathetic smile. He decides that you need company - from a distance. He's not about to try and cuddle you, knowing you'd sooner beat him with a pillow than let him smother you in this state.

He snatches a throw pillow that had been discarded on the floor and flops down at the foot of the couch, laying parallel to you without transferring body heat, content to keep you company from his spot on the ground.

A few minutes go by in silence. He waits to hear the popsicle wrappers being set aside, listening to you gulp down some of the electrolyte mix before his voice, now muffled by the pillow, floats up to you.

"Y'should come down here. S'nice and cold."

He's right. The floor is cooler, more surface area to sprawl out, plenty of cold spots to crawl to when the floor absorbs your body heat and stops working to bring down your temperature.

It's less than fifteen minutes before the two of you are passed out on the ground, napping parallel to eachother, his hand outstretched just enough to hook his pinky around yours so he knows where you are even in his hazy, heat-induced drowsiness.

Like an otter holding paws with its mate in their sleep, so they don't float apart.

-🐰 (I am shy about sharing my writing ahshdhfh 😭)

Oh my god I love this so much 😭 Kyle really is the best boy. He's so attentive and sweet. He knows exactly what his SO needs, and what they don't want 😭 I can't he's so sweet.

And the bit about the otters 🥹 I love it so much omg. Thank you for blessing me with this I love it so much!!! 💚💚💚

[spybrarian]

For the fanfic asks: ✨️ 🍦,🤩, and 🤲

Turnabout is fair play, no?

You're a very fair person 🙏

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

OKAY SO. I really like the way all my writing feels like it flows together. Like, I often shift things around in the editing process, and sometimes it feels a bit like moving puzzle pieces around, but I think I have a pretty good sense of rhythm - pacing I suppose - and how to make it *work*. Also I write some banger one-liners.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

singing down the stars, a piece of the Tanthamore cowboy au, is probably one of my sweetest. Kit and Jade on a quiet night under the stars, singing to each other.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

That would be one Jade Claymore. I really like taking what bits we were given of her and extrapolating, I like her anger I like when she messes up I like her loyalty I like her humour I like her cheeky little face I like her cleverness I like the total complex history that is *her*.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Perhaps some kisses from the next chapter of kiss me, kill me?

Jade's frown deepened, but there was a softness to her hands, and a wonderful, warm softness to her lips as she leaned in and kissed Kit’s earlobe. Kit couldn’t help but whimper, a tiny melting note, and Jade parted her lips and took the lobe into her mouth to soothe it. To kiss it better, something no one had done for Kit since she was a child and had bravely presented a badly skinned knee to her father to get him to fix it. She’d forgotten, completely, what the soothing power of a kiss could do, had forgotten what it was like not just to feel cradled by someone, but to like feeling that way. Her own lips gently parted as Jade pulled back, and for a moment all Kit could do was look up at Jade, the sound of breath loud between them. Something restless in her chest was wriggling to break out, to leap, to clutch desperately at this before it was torn from her grip - but before Kit could launch herself, Jade was turning her head to the other side and kissing her other unloved ear, and Kit suddenly remembered she had hands and those hands could become fists around the leather straps across the back of Jade’s shoulders, and then she could hold on, so tight her fingernails bit into her palms around the straps.

[centuricnis]

🤲🏼 (don't mind me I'm just daring you two haha pick whoever you want ❤️)

Send 🤲 to cradle my character's face in your muse's hands.

if anyone called levi out on the small hitch in his breath when two large, warm hands cupped his cheeks, he would deny it to his grave. still, a soft touch was hard to come by for him and it wasn't by any means because people didn't want to touch him in that way. moreso because he rarely trusted anyone to get as close. levi won't deny that it's nice, barely resisting the urge to almost press his face into one of them.

he feels vito gently guiding his head up, silver eyes resolutely looking anywhere else but the taller man's face. his adam's apple bobs discreetly as something indiscernible thumps in his chest. what the actual fuck? why was he nervous all of a sudden? levi's jaw ticks and he frowns a bit, his brows furrowing as tries to pinpoint just exactly where this anxiety is coming from. a simple touch?

"tch," he finally manages, gray eyes flitting up to look into vito's face. "i'm fine, it was nothing i haven't handled before." he assumes that's why he's being looked over. after all, he did just spontaneously leave their group to cut down five titans. he's no idea why vito looked so concerned, though. after all, this was his job. and he's pretty damn good at it, too.

levi reaches up to curl a hand around the taller's wrist, his intentions to tug those gentle palms away from his face, but something inwardly stops him. he finds himself just holding it where it was, and after a long pause, he tsks again, "your concern is... touching."

[baura-bear]

HEY POOKIE just popping in to say hi and also you are very Awesome and i am so glad to be your friend :3 anyways some javid thoughts!!! nothing much but david who's obsessed with trains (yeah i know autistic stereotype but trains are so cool) and can spend hours and hours on the station. and jack who draws davey's favorite trains for him (probably while they're both sitting on a bench at the station and david infodumps about the engines and stuff while jack just hums and draws). like honestly straying away from this just. javid acknowledging each other's interests. neurodivergent bonding ?

HI!!!!!!!!!!! You’re also very awesome (spectacular some might even say) and I’m so so glad to have you as a friend 🤲(<- me gently holding our friendship in the palm of my hand)

Ok I kind of love this because like,,, I’ve been trying to figure out what David’s Thing is and have never been able to nail it down but this. This right here. 🤌

Imagine one day Jack is looking for something and Davey’s like “hm I don’t know… check my desk maybe it ended up there” and Jack opens the wrong drawer which has been completely dedicated to drawings of trains that Jack had done and he just stares at it like 😦🥹 and he picks one up and turns around and is like “you kept ‘em all?” And obviously David is like “IMEANTTHEOTHERDRAWER!!🫣" and so embarrassed but Jack obviously so endeared and just turns into a puddle because Davey kept his aaaart

I also love this cause this fits in canon and modern era and yeah hehe yay :))

[minecraftdog]

ooooooh blob drearing :O thank you I will hold him gently in my palms 🤲💕

[killuaisaprincess]

🎀🍭💕🍭🎀

[ghostbeam]

Me talking abt Dabi but not saying anything coherent or giving headcanons I’m literally just saying I love him

[rebornologist]

omg ghostie (can i call you that I'm sorry if not--) but for the NSFW asks: 🛌 with abe pls i need more abe content 🤲

-ramey

UM YES LOVE I'm here for abe anytime!! You can 1000% call me ghostie ! hehe :)

warnings: 18+ utc duh!! exo/monsterfuckin hehe, nothing else. he's a softie and we love on him softly..

♡ soft sex HCs w/ Abe Sapien ₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

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I think he’s always a fan of soft sex because his brain is huge and his heart is even more humungous!! His dick? Hung.--I mean what?!

He’s so so so sensitive and always so sweet and receptive to a lover’s touches! His hands are everything and if you so much as hold his hand and rub your thumb over the back or trace your fingers gently over his textured palms while your mind wanders into sexier territory, you’ll get the most dramatic reaction from him.. ;)

He’ll gasp and a ragged oh will slip from his lips as his breathing picks up and his limbs involuntarily tense and flex in anticipation. He has no reason to be surprised that you find him irresistible, but it’s always such a cute reaction every time.

SO YEAH 9.5 times out of 10 he cannot resist your siren call >:) you being horny instantly works him up and the blood rushes out of his deliciously wrinkled sexy brain and straight to his nether regions.

If you run hot, the temperature differential between y’all always gives you gooseflesh, and Abe absolutely revels in the feeling of your skin under his soft touch. He is warmed up by you soon enough. You bask in the way he takes his time kissing every inch of your gorgeous vessel.

You also often want him to really feel the love, and that means climbing up on top of him and grinding down over his hips until his thighs are drenched with your combined fluids, the whole time trailing wet open-mouthed kisses over his smooth flesh. With each nip and lick of his skin, he knows exactly how you feel and what your thoughts are, and it is not long until he’s whimpering and begging for you to give it all to him. And you give him just that. You can’t quite interlock your fingers, but he loves holding your hands while you ride him, knowing just how full your heart is and how hot the fire in you burns for him. No matter how soft and sweet the mood is, it’s always very intense from the sheer need for one another. Abe feels emotions quite intensely, so it’s not often for him to just have casual quickies because it takes him some time to re-equilibrate himself.

You almost love it even more when he holds your hand when he’s situated right between your wonderful thighs and licking and sucking at your wet heat like a form of worship, his other hand either gripping your thigh or dipping into you to rub at your sweet spots. He knows exactly how to push your buttons and work you with his mouth to bring you to completion over and over, until you whine sweetly and urge him to crawl up and wrap his arms around you so you can taste yourself on his tongue. He is so the type to hold you and whisper quiet praises and silly little nerd facts into your ear while he lovingly runs his hands through your hair or over your warm skin until you doze off, because he wants nothing more than to keep you safe in his arms.

If you’re a morning person, he’s usually up before you and enjoys peppering your face with kisses until you stir from your slumber. You take that opportunity to roll over him and run your hands all over him, swallowing all of his soft moans with your plush lips, nonverbally expressing just what you’re in the mood for this morning. He heads off to work with a grin that he absolutely cannot shake, set for a good day.

thank you for the ask my love!! I rly rlyyyy need to get into the abe comics bc he is so.. spicy in it.. and movies abe is rly a softie through and through hehe

[sevenxvirtuesx]

Send 🤲 to cradle my character's face in your muse's hands.

🤲 ( mammon )

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───  answered ask ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.  

She happily took (and quickly drank) the glass of demonus, revelling in being out and getting a chance to just be the two of them. A night out, dinner and casino and drinks, was exactly what they needed really. Time to let loose and just have fun doing something together, being fun together. Yuki felt free and excited around him, happy to be who she wanted to be. Free to just feel what she wanted, and to not hide anything. And definitely, they had the best nights out together.

Yuki leant across the table, raising a hand to signal the bartender to bring another round. When she was fairly certain they’d cottoned on to what she wanted, she sat back and turned to face Mammon with a grin - only to quickly find her face enveloped by his hands.

No, that wasn’t the best way to put it. More accurately, she turned back to her devilishly handsome first demon and felt him gently cup her face in his hands. Yuki found herself staring over at him, almost getting lost in his eyes. Maybe the demonus played a part, but Yuki thought she’d have the same reaction without the alcohol - a foolish grin, a warm feeling, and a fluttering of her heart. She was unable to help herself. He brought out so much of her, whether good or bad was in the eye of the beholder. But she liked feeling more confident and determined, she liked the happy feeling and desire for more of him.

“H-hey, what are you doing?” she asked with a laugh, intrigued but happy regardless - she just enjoyed his touch and their close proximity. Her wide eyes watched him, maybe a tiny bit hazy from the drink but mostly clear and watching him carefully. Watching with love and affection.

Yuki put her hands up to cover his, wondering if Mammon was perhaps also a tiny bit tipsy and merry. With a warm smile, she turned her head into his hold and gently kissed the palm of one of his hands. “I’m really happy to be here with you, Mammon. No lie~ I’m always my happiest when I’m with you.”

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───  @xamassed

[renofmanyalts]

🤲 - Is your character better at receiving touch or giving it? Under what circumstances? (for Amande or anyone else of your choice)

Prompt 4: Clinch

Who: Amande Desrochers; Noire (Lumien Chaunnollet’s cat - thank you for letting me borrow her!)

What: Amande is a terrible patient, but... maybe he’s learning.

Where: House of T’arik Tia and Mama Dee, Ul’dah

When: In the past few suns.

Content: Moderate discussion of injury/pain.

Amande's eyes drifted open slowly at a soft sound. Outside the high window of his quarters, a sliver of moon hung in the twilit Ul'dahn sky. He blinked, finding his eyes dry and gritty. Yet another nap had overtaken him, he realized. The book of poems he had been trying to read had found its way to the nightstand -- probably Lumien's doing. Amande swallowed his embarrassment, glancing away from the bell that sat atop its cover. T'arik had had it sent to him. A kind gesture, Amande did not doubt, but... not one he could call on. Not in good conscience.  

He raised his hand to rub away the sleep in his eyes, but stopped short as his palm throbbed under its bandages. 

Amande let his head fall back onto the pillow, trying to ignore the insistent pulsing. The chirurgeon's admonishment circled in his head: take it easy, or risk losing function permanently. He had been taking it easy for the past few suns -- at least comparatively -- but this morning, an instinctual grip on a door about to close had resulted in pain so searing that he feared the bite wounds had broken open. And now here he was. 

"Mraow?" There was a dip of the mattress at his hip, and then Noire's head gently butted into the cup of his palm. 

"Ah-- ah, sweetling, that hurts." He pulled it back, holding the injured hand protectively against his chest -- but then Noire gave him what was surely a plaintive look. His heart melted. 

"Ohh, ma mignon, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt your feelings -- look:" He raised his uninjured hand, wiggling his fingers. 

Noire hopped up onto his chest (making Amande glad that she was such a tiny thing) and rubbed her cheeks against his other wrist, purring softly. 

"That's it, my sweet little one." Noire flopped down then immediately rolled off to the side with a surprised little "mrrp!" Amande laughed as he reached to scritch at the fluffy fur on her chest. 

He quickly found his hand locked in a four-limbed grip, tiny teeth gnawing at his fingers. 

"Ouch," he said without real distress. "Are you hungry? I have no treats for you, you see, but it must be supper time..." He scooped Noire up with his good hand, holding her secure against his chest. He couldn't quite help himself: he pressed a tiny kiss between her velvety black ears. "There's a good girl, let's get you downstairs and get you fed--" 

He was almost upright when his gaze lit upon the nightstand and the bell that rested there. His other hand was still throbbing, he realized, and Noire was sure to squirm. 

Amande nearly pressed onward, moving to push to his feet, but something made him hesitate. He stared at the bell for a long moment -- and then, when Noire began to wiggle impatiently, he reached out and seized it. 

The bell rang out, clear and surprisingly loud, and Amande immediately wished he could take it back. The trite saying flitted through his head: A bell cannot be unrung. Amande accepted his fate and stretched out on the bed again, waiting for help to arrive. ------ Amande is not good at either, to be frank. He is too hesitant to give it in almost any circumstance, and a little too, ehhh... let’s just go with “repressed” -- to be much good at receiving it. Which isn’t to say he doesn’t LIKE touch -- he does, very much! -- he just won’t admit to it because *something something improper something asking too much something*. So he just sits there consumed with lust skin hunger yearning the rest of the evening.