[ he's trying his best to mentally prepare himself for this before he ghosts out mentally. pull down her pants, pull down her panties. there's a kind of mechanical quality to his actions, since passion is not a feeling he's feeling for her right now. he doesn't think he could even be capable of it.
but he does it. when he's done pulling down her pants, his hands stay locked at her hips. and then he goes in, tongue first, looking for her clit. for the record: he has never done this for a woman before. or, anything with a woman before. in general. but he knows enough. the gist of it. and he's good with his mouth. once he susses out a rhythm for strokes, he keeps with it.
with that minimal amount of thought, he lets himself stop thinking completely. white noise and blank space. maybe he's somewhere else. with someone else. it doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't have to be here. ]
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but he does it. when he's done pulling down her pants, his hands stay locked at her hips. and then he goes in, tongue first, looking for her clit. for the record: he has never done this for a woman before. or, anything with a woman before. in general. but he knows enough. the gist of it. and he's good with his mouth. once he susses out a rhythm for strokes, he keeps with it.
with that minimal amount of thought, he lets himself stop thinking completely. white noise and blank space. maybe he's somewhere else. with someone else. it doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't have to be here. ]