[Which he means is left unclear, but he means both. He gets it, she was busy with her own world's apocalypse, and whatever else was expected of her being a princess. It's modern times in his world, but even Alola had royalty before--hell, Acerola is descended from the Alolan royal family! Anyway, point is that he gets princess are expected to act a certain kind of way, and shacking it up with random dudes ain't part of that.
If anything, the thought kinda pangs ruefully in his chest. The life she's been handed is a shit one--not unlike him--but he'd acquiesce that maybe she's had it harder. Even if she had a place in her society, probably someone with the most place than almost anyone else...but it's not so simple, and he knows that.]
Well, then I should get you ready, huh?
[He says that with a knowing and sly smirk, giving her tit a playful grope, pinching softly at her nipple right as he withdraws his hand from her shirt. He draws back from her grasp on his shoulders so he can rest on his legs, kneeling between her legs...which gives her kind of a full view of him.
Needless to say, preparing her is the least he can do because he's...he's proportionate, lets just say that. With a lustful gaze, his eyes scan over her--her fluster, how she's disheveled, legs spread... He feels a sh of heat and a noteable throb in his dick, and he has to tense himself to keep himself from just going at it.
Lead, but don't leave her behind. Right. Pacing. He's gotta do this right.]
A'ight, I don't think I will, but if I do somethin' you ain't feelin' just say, yeah?
[That's one part ego, and one part consideration, but he sounds a little smugly confident. He then goes to scoot back off the bed, to kneel on the ground before it instead. His hands going to her thighs again, rubbing on their inner parts, his thumbs pressing in firm circles as he looks up at her, keeping his eyes on her face, watching her expression--and then he hooks his hands on her hips and pulls her down closer to him. Closer to his face, specifically.
Figuring he might as well get her started before he fully exposes her, he leans in and presses his mouth against the crotch of her pants, pressing firm with his tongue through the fabric. Not really caring for the taste of the fabric, but it's a small draw back he can ignore for this. Besides, it serves to rile him further, sending a rush of electric-like heat through him, tingling his nerves and making him throb with need even more.]
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[Which he means is left unclear, but he means both. He gets it, she was busy with her own world's apocalypse, and whatever else was expected of her being a princess. It's modern times in his world, but even Alola had royalty before--hell, Acerola is descended from the Alolan royal family! Anyway, point is that he gets princess are expected to act a certain kind of way, and shacking it up with random dudes ain't part of that.
If anything, the thought kinda pangs ruefully in his chest. The life she's been handed is a shit one--not unlike him--but he'd acquiesce that maybe she's had it harder. Even if she had a place in her society, probably someone with the most place than almost anyone else...but it's not so simple, and he knows that.]
Well, then I should get you ready, huh?
[He says that with a knowing and sly smirk, giving her tit a playful grope, pinching softly at her nipple right as he withdraws his hand from her shirt. He draws back from her grasp on his shoulders so he can rest on his legs, kneeling between her legs...which gives her kind of a full view of him.
Needless to say, preparing her is the least he can do because he's...he's proportionate, lets just say that. With a lustful gaze, his eyes scan over her--her fluster, how she's disheveled, legs spread... He feels a sh of heat and a noteable throb in his dick, and he has to tense himself to keep himself from just going at it.
Lead, but don't leave her behind. Right. Pacing. He's gotta do this right.]
A'ight, I don't think I will, but if I do somethin' you ain't feelin' just say, yeah?
[That's one part ego, and one part consideration, but he sounds a little smugly confident. He then goes to scoot back off the bed, to kneel on the ground before it instead. His hands going to her thighs again, rubbing on their inner parts, his thumbs pressing in firm circles as he looks up at her, keeping his eyes on her face, watching her expression--and then he hooks his hands on her hips and pulls her down closer to him. Closer to his face, specifically.
Figuring he might as well get her started before he fully exposes her, he leans in and presses his mouth against the crotch of her pants, pressing firm with his tongue through the fabric. Not really caring for the taste of the fabric, but it's a small draw back he can ignore for this. Besides, it serves to rile him further, sending a rush of electric-like heat through him, tingling his nerves and making him throb with need even more.]