[He returns her sound, something soft but edging on just a little heated vibrating against her as their tongues meet. It's not like he's really able to describe her taste, but it's addicting nonetheless, not wanting to pull away as he shifts just a little closer to her, thighs meeting as he can feel a heat begin to grow between his legs. This is really nice, creating this warmth with her and Mitsuru is beautiful, and... she's pulling away. A small, disappointed noise leaves him, his mouth already parted to ask if she's okay and--
Shit, she's right. He forgot all about that. Scott mumbles his own apology, his cheeks flushing pink, before he turns slightly so that he can try the door on his end. And huh, did the music at least stop? That's nice, even if the door is still locked on his end. Somehow, he really doesn't feel upset by that, even though, um...
He looks back at her with that flushed face. So. Does that mean...]
Mine's locked too. [His throat visibly swallows.] Um, sorry. I know you were hoping-- we were hoping that would work.
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Shit, she's right. He forgot all about that. Scott mumbles his own apology, his cheeks flushing pink, before he turns slightly so that he can try the door on his end. And huh, did the music at least stop? That's nice, even if the door is still locked on his end. Somehow, he really doesn't feel upset by that, even though, um...
He looks back at her with that flushed face. So. Does that mean...]
Mine's locked too. [His throat visibly swallows.] Um, sorry. I know you were hoping-- we were hoping that would work.
[He corrects himself, a little too late.]