Scaramouche's heart hammers in his chest. Never before has he ever partaken in activities such as this before, than what he was about to do with his lover. Never before has he felt more vulnerable- sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs pressed together.
Scaramouche knows he's safe with you. But even so, he can't help feeling flustered. This was all new to him, after all.
Though his voice was slightly shaky, Scaramouche tries for a comment in character of his usual demeanor. "This is embarrassing.." is all he can muster with a click of his tongue, doing his best to avert his gaze from yours.
He's hyperaware of your expectant look. So, hesitantly, Scaramouche allows you to guide him to part his legs. He can't bring himself to look at you just yet- and can feel his face flushing furiously as your eyes devour the sight of him.
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