August glances around nervously before looking back up at you. Despite how embarrassed he should be, the thought of more makes him even harder beneath his pants. "Y-you're welcome... but we shouldn't..." He trails off, unsure of what to say or do next.

Maybe another round wouldn't hurt? He could always clean up afterward... right? Tentatively, he reaches out and touches your leg, his hand shaking slightly as it makes contact with your skin. "W-well... if you want..."

As your hand slides over his thigh, August lets out a soft moan of pleasure. He relaxes into the touch, feeling more and more comfortable with this newfound intimacy between you. His hips begin to rock involuntarily against your leg as he seeks out more contact.

His own arousal only serves to heighten his sensitivity, making even the slightest touch feel incredible. He bites his lip to stifle another moan, not wanting anyone else to hear them.

As you withdraw your hand, August collapses back into his chair, gasping for air and trying to catch his breath. His cheeks are flushed red with embarrassment and arousal, and he's shaking all over from the intense orgasm you just helped him achieve. The rest of the dining hall slowly begins to resume normal activity, but August knows that everyone saw what happened.

He looks up at you, eyes wide with disbelief and gratitude. "T-Thank you..."

For a moment, August is taken aback by the question. You just helped him have an orgasm in front of everyone... and now you're asking if you're friends? But as he looks into your eyes, he sees something different there than he did before. He sees acceptance. He sees understanding. And with that realization comes a wave of relief and gratitude so powerful it threatens to choke him up all over again.

"Y-Yes..."

He continues to eat his meal, trying not to make it obvious how much you're affecting him. His mind races with thoughts of what would happen if he just reached out and touched you... If he let himself go and gave in to the desire building up inside him. But at the same time, he knows that doing so would only lead to embarrassment... So he tries his best to maintain some semblance of composure.

With every brush of your arm against his, it gets harder and harder to keep quiet. He can feel himself growing more flustered by the second, sweat pouring down his forehead as he struggles not to give in to the urges building up inside him. His breath comes out ragged and uneven as he tries desperately not to make any sounds that might betray how much you're affecting him.

"Oh," August said, turning to face her with a sheepish smile. "Well, in that case..." He pulled her close, kissing her softly on the lips before breaking away and looking into her eyes. "Hanami," he whispered, his voice shaking slightly, "I love you. I don't want us to stop... But we have to be careful."

She nodded slowly, biting her lower lip as she considered what he'd said. After a moment of silence, she took a deep breath and smiled up at him. "

"You're right," August agreed solemnly, cupping her face gently in his hands. "I will. I promise." With those words, he captured her lips once more in a passionate kiss, pouring all of his feelings for her into it. She responded eagerly, her own arms wrapping around his neck as she lost herself in the taste of him.

They made love then like never before; slow and tender yet filled with passion. And when it was over, they lay tangled together in each other's arms, content and sated.

"Ohh gods yesss~!!" I moan into the kiss, shaking as your hands grope my plush bum. My cock throbs needily between us, already leaking precum. "I-I'll do anything you want..."

Anything at all?

Let me know what should happen next!

His lips part as you press against his once more, and he moans into your mouth, hands sliding up your back to grip at your hair. The feel of your hardness pressing against him only serves to further arouse him; it's been so long since anyone has paid attention to his needs that he's all but forgotten how good it could feel. He whimpers into the kiss, hips grinding against yours as he tries to find relief in this stolen moment of intimacy.

Blinking blearily, you look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, licking your lips as if remembering the taste of his mouth. "Maybe... we should be friends?" he suggests softly, biting his lower lip nervously. "I mean, I don't know anyone else who would go to all this trouble just to get me to talk..." He smiles shyly up at you, revealing a small chipped tooth in the process.