... I was never able to choose, before. There were rules, consequences.

[ The touch has his back arching slightly, pressing close to Steinbeck with a soft sigh. He shifts to plant a kiss to his heart. It's chaste, though his lips linger for a beat.

He tries to be honest. ]

I wondered, what this one might be like. With him, with you.

[ Almost too quiet, mouthed idly against his heart as if it may have the answers for his own, he all but whispers after that. Lips soft, they're still wet as the skin they graze. ]

But I fear, I've no clue what I'm doing.

[ The graze of teeth, biting gently over the nearest scar. ]