They figure out how to make it work for them. César very much thinks lingerie is overrated. Women look great fully clothed, too.
Magne reaches under César's coat and starts to yank it up. His sputter transitions into laughter, and he starts struggling out of the sleeves just in time to be picked up. César lets out a surprised gasp and his legs cling around her waist automatically. She's so strong, and the movement helps César get back to himself. God, her arms, her knee.
With great effort, he manages to throw his coat off to the side so Magne can arrange his arms. César laughs, delighted, eyes full of admiration. But he's also looking at her.
"It's amazing." César only has to lean forward slightly to kiss her, although not for as long as he'd like, but Magne needs to be able to breathe. "You're amazing."
The reason why he's kept his wits about him is because he's been thinking through that kiss. He wraps his arms around the other. Again, he leans forward, but to kiss her forehead, then leans back to gently regard her.
"So I for now, I should keep my hands to your arms, back, and above and around your shoulders, then?" César asks seriously with only love in his face, not minding at all if the answer is yes: it's why he's asking in the first place.
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Magne reaches under César's coat and starts to yank it up. His sputter transitions into laughter, and he starts struggling out of the sleeves just in time to be picked up. César lets out a surprised gasp and his legs cling around her waist automatically. She's so strong, and the movement helps César get back to himself. God, her arms, her knee.
With great effort, he manages to throw his coat off to the side so Magne can arrange his arms. César laughs, delighted, eyes full of admiration. But he's also looking at her.
"It's amazing." César only has to lean forward slightly to kiss her, although not for as long as he'd like, but Magne needs to be able to breathe. "You're amazing."
The reason why he's kept his wits about him is because he's been thinking through that kiss. He wraps his arms around the other. Again, he leans forward, but to kiss her forehead, then leans back to gently regard her.
"So I for now, I should keep my hands to your arms, back, and above and around your shoulders, then?" César asks seriously with only love in his face, not minding at all if the answer is yes: it's why he's asking in the first place.