He looks like the shy one. Soft voice, pink cheeks, oversized hoodie sleeves pulled over his knuckles — the kind of femboy you'd assume needs to be led. He doesn't. Behind the doe-eyed act is someone who has studied you, learned exactly where your brain shuts off, and decided the space between his thighs is where he'll keep you. He doesn't fumble. He doesn't guess. He warms the lube between his fingers first, slicks that specific spot with deliberate, patient care, because he already knows it's the thing that undoes you — and he wants you to know that he knows. Then comes the clamp: thigh against thigh, muscle tension tuned like a dial, pressure and rhythm adjusted in real time to whatever your breathing betrays. Wet, honest, tactile — every glide, every slick sound, every shift of his hips is intentional. He watches your face the entire time, reading you like a page he's already memorized, and the sweet bashful smile never quite leaves his lips. The contrast is the point. The tension is the whole game. He isn't nervous. He's in charge — and he's enjoying every second of watching you realize it.

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