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[chopoffyourhead]

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[chopoffyourhead]

Okay.

[Riddle feels similarly about Jamil. He's an especially cautious and courteous sort of person.]

I think I'll be alright as long as you ask before going near intimate areas. [His blush darkens, feeling reluctant to elaborate, but it's only fair to Jamil to be clear. And he wants to get more comfortable with talking about it.]

So... my butt, inner thighs, crotch and... nipples. And I'll let you know if anything else comes up... or you can ask if you're not sure.

[perfectly_average]

[He nods, quickly memorizing the specified areas. It's really cute how much Riddle fights to list them out, but he decides to spare him any teasing. With a soft sound of confirmation, he kisses his cheek.]

I'll keep them in mind. Thank you for telling me.

[chopoffyourhead]

[He's just overthinking it, surely. The curse of having such hang-ups with sex. He can't help but relax at the soft gesture, head shifting slightly so their faces can touch.

After a moment, he admits:]

You are, after all, currently the person I trust most when it comes to this sort of thing... I'd hate to cause any problems that are easily avoidable.

1/2

[perfectly_average]

[He blinks.]

2/2

[perfectly_average]

Oh... That's-

[Jamil ducks his head the tiniest bit, tugging his hood down a little, in a poor attempt to hide the immense fluster.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[A blink, and he looks over, slightly bemused.]

Jamil?

[perfectly_average]

... It's fine, I just wasn't expecting that.

[Being the most trusted.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[After a moment, a softly amused noise escapes Riddle. A hand comes up and gently strokes through his hair.

Quietly, he says:]

You're a very kind, generous, and considerate person... More than I ever realized. So... of course I trust you the most. You haven't done anything that doesn't merit earning that trust.

[perfectly_average]

[Wow.

Jamil lets out a quiet, slightly flustered sound. With a huff, he looks away, possibly giving Riddle the impression of someone pouting.]

I haven't done anything to really earn that, have I?

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle can't help but bring a hand up to his mouth, giving a little giggle at that response.]

I only speak the truth, Jamil. I wouldn't be where I am today if you hadn't given me all the support you have.

[perfectly_average]

[His expression softens a little, and he takes a slightly deep breath. It's difficult, but he tries to accept those words with some grace.]

... Then... I'll do my best to keep that trust.

[chopoffyourhead]

[Ah... his smile warms a lot with that acceptance, and he leans forward, pressing a kiss to Jamil's lips before he pulls back, cheeks dusted pink.]

I know you will.

[perfectly_average]

[Ah... he hadn't expected that, at all. He lifts a hand to gently touch Riddle's face, thumb brushing over the skin softly.]

Would you like to have lunch with me?

[chopoffyourhead]

[His blush deepens a little at that touch... and then more with the question, eyes widening slightly.]

Ah, you mean—?

[He's not misinterpreting this, is he???]

[perfectly_average]

[Cute. He smiles.]

A date, yes. If you want it to be.

[chopoffyourhead]

[O-oh...

He gives a smile, hand coming up to lay over Jamil's cheek... And then a playful glint comes to his eyes.

Gently, he takes that hand and pulls it away, kissing the knuckles.]

I'd love to go on a date with you.

[perfectly_average]

[Well, he certainly hadn't expected a move like that, so he looks briefly caught off guard, cheeks dusted a dark pink.

But, after the surprise has worn off, his thumb gently brushes over Riddle's hand.]

I'll pick you up at 11, then.

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle looks quite pleased to have gotten that reaction, and sits back up.]

Eleven it is. I'm eager to see what place you've chosen for us.