[ Joke's on Nikolai, he's as ruinously handsome in stained cords as when he's wearing one of his beautiful shirts. Or at least that's Matt's view. He happily accepts the kiss, but he doesn't sway into it like he normally would; there's a sense of hanging back, of being reluctant to bring their chests into contact. ]
I'm, um ...
[ A great question, to be honest.
He's freaking out, for one thing. But nothing with Matt can ever be just the thing when his brain moves so fast and so far, so there are a few more layers in there, like: Is he freaking out because of misogyny? Is he transphobic? Oh no is he transphobic? In the end, Matt can't think of a better way to describe his mental state than to just let the robe fall open, exposing a pair of ...
Well. Breasts.
They'd probably be a bit smaller, but at present, they're swollen and full, a bead of creamy liquid at the tip of each nipple. ]
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I'm, um ...
[ A great question, to be honest.
He's freaking out, for one thing. But nothing with Matt can ever be just the thing when his brain moves so fast and so far, so there are a few more layers in there, like: Is he freaking out because of misogyny? Is he transphobic? Oh no is he transphobic? In the end, Matt can't think of a better way to describe his mental state than to just let the robe fall open, exposing a pair of ...
Well. Breasts.
They'd probably be a bit smaller, but at present, they're swollen and full, a bead of creamy liquid at the tip of each nipple. ]