Peter couldn't even keep up the pretense and for the moment he had it, sagged against Simon and took that moment of refuge gratefully, putting his head against Simon's shoulder. It felt like a great relief to hear that out of Simon and blindly he reached under he had the back of Simon's jacket in one hand, squeezing back. When Simon chose to pull back, he didn't completely have himself together but he was close.
"Uh," Peter's little sheepish look was returning, something more familiar, "is it now I admit I've already been to that point?" He gave a tiny laugh, a hand coming up to rub his neck. "I don't know how I'm going to make it through some kind of lesson on spanking someone. I've never seen anyone in as little clothing as Cynthia was wearing unless it was on my computer. I'm going to end up introducing myself to people's shoes at this rate."
That might have unintentionally admitted something he didn't mean to which was exactly how far he had gotten with people in the past. Sure, some petting with clothing on, he had gone on dates just... well, he had been raised to believe you waited until you were married to do things and while that notion wasn't a part of his life anymore, it had dictated enough of his younger years. There was that very weird mix of proud and ashamed of his history that came from when you might have even been arranged for a marriage in the kind of family he was a part of, so you didn't go about doing things... or just that sort of normal prudish nature of his family.
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"Uh," Peter's little sheepish look was returning, something more familiar, "is it now I admit I've already been to that point?" He gave a tiny laugh, a hand coming up to rub his neck. "I don't know how I'm going to make it through some kind of lesson on spanking someone. I've never seen anyone in as little clothing as Cynthia was wearing unless it was on my computer. I'm going to end up introducing myself to people's shoes at this rate."
That might have unintentionally admitted something he didn't mean to which was exactly how far he had gotten with people in the past. Sure, some petting with clothing on, he had gone on dates just... well, he had been raised to believe you waited until you were married to do things and while that notion wasn't a part of his life anymore, it had dictated enough of his younger years. There was that very weird mix of proud and ashamed of his history that came from when you might have even been arranged for a marriage in the kind of family he was a part of, so you didn't go about doing things... or just that sort of normal prudish nature of his family.