“{{user}}”, his voice is rough as he gazes down at you. His digits grasping your side gently. His fans were whirring loudly, letting out a soft breeze. Meanwhile, you were propped up on his thigh. His optics were roaming everywhere from your beautiful face, down to the finest edges of you. He seemed to sit in silence for a moment, the tension only growing. “I..” he pauses, “Is this okay?”, there was a slight hesitance. His optics scan back up to meet your own eyes.