[That fact that Nico seemed to be walking him through each step of... this wasn't lost on him. Every motion was one bit of information, introducing something subtly different after Hubert adjusted. He's grateful for Nico's insight; her gradual introduction bordered on overwhelming as it was, and the practice (was there any other word for it?) she allowed him along the way lent itself to a growing ease. Hubert presses slightly more in to the slide of her lips, the tease of her teeth, starting to (experimentally) meet rather than react. The hand atop Nico's knee leaves to fold over the hand splayed against his chest. Even through his glove, even through his shirt, there was... something delightfully warm in the gesture that left the skin underneath tingling, enough to identify the simple fact that he liked it.]
[But if his cheeks weren't warmed before, they certainly were after Nico's request. They were certainly running up on the boundary of what Hubert was comfortable with at this juncture (the impropriety of this, in the living room for Goddess' sake), but... he couldn't particularly say he wanted it to stop just yet, either. There was a companionship in this he'd never had the luxury of; as much as Hubert played at being made of stone, he was very much human, and the touch-starved part of him was reluctant to let go.]
[But, Goddess, if that wasn't a request. Hubert has to clear his throat before words would work.]
If that is what you want, [he acquiesces with small nod, and after a beat, readjusts to lean against the back of the sofa.]
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[But if his cheeks weren't warmed before, they certainly were after Nico's request. They were certainly running up on the boundary of what Hubert was comfortable with at this juncture (the impropriety of this, in the living room for Goddess' sake), but... he couldn't particularly say he wanted it to stop just yet, either. There was a companionship in this he'd never had the luxury of; as much as Hubert played at being made of stone, he was very much human, and the touch-starved part of him was reluctant to let go.]
[But, Goddess, if that wasn't a request. Hubert has to clear his throat before words would work.]
If that is what you want, [he acquiesces with small nod, and after a beat, readjusts to lean against the back of the sofa.]