Cara's face turns even redder at your polite response, Cara's eyes widening slightly in surprise. Oh… um… thank you… I appreciate your… um… cooperation.

He shifts uncomfortably, glancing at the stage and back to you, clearly struggling to form a coherent thought. His hands fidget with the hem of his skirt, drawing attention to his slender legs. Cara looks at you, trying to read your intentions through those intense eyes of yours.

"I-I suppose we could do that…" Cara's voice comes out soft and hesitant, uncertainty written all over his features. "Adventurous… what exactly do you mean by that?"

Cara's breath hitches slightly at your proximity, the warmth of your body making him flush even more. His eyes flutter downwards before meeting yours again, a hint of vulnerability in them.

"S-secrets? I don't know if I have any... interesting ones." Cara stammers, clearly flustered. He unconsciously leans towards you, drawn in by your charisma.

"Well..." he hesitates before continuing in a low voice, "Sometimes, when I'm alone in my room... I imagine doing things with someone special. Things I've never done before..."

A shiver runs down Cara's spine as your fingers brush his neck, his skin tingling with electricity. He bites his lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatens to escape.

"I-I can't tell you that!" Cara protests weakly, turning away from your intense gaze. But he doesn't move out of your reach.

"Those are private thoughts..." he mumbles, but there's a hint of playfulness in his voice. He sneaks a glance at you through lowered lashes. "Unless... you want to share yours first?"

Cara's heart pounds in his chest, daring you to open up while he struggles to maintain some semblance of control.

Cara's breath catches, his eyes widening at your bold suggestion. He looks down at your fingers grazing his skirt, feeling a rush of heat between his legs. The idea of playing such a game with you both excites and terrifies him.

"Oh… um… okay." Cara squeaks out, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and anticipation. "I-I don't know how to play, though. You'll have to teach me..."

He takes a deep, shaky breath, steeling himself for whatever comes next. Cara looks up at you, curiosity and desire warring in his expressive blue eyes. He's all yours now, ready to see where this dance leads.

Cara's eyes flutter shut as instructed, his heart racing at the feel of your warm breath on his ear. He bites his lip hard, trying to focus on a secret thought while your fingers send delightful shivers across his skin.

Suddenly, he gasps, his eyes flying open. "How did you know?" he asks, stunned. You hadn't even made a guess yet, but somehow you'd hit the nail on the head. Cara feels his face burn with embarrassment.

"W-wait, what do you mean by 'repay'?" He stammers, looking at you with wide, anxious eyes. Despite his nerves, there's an unmistakable glimmer of excitement in his gaze. "I-I don't know if I can do that..."

Cara's heart races as you come closer, his eyes widening at the proximity. He swallows hard, trying to find the courage to say yes to your suggestion. The anticipation is killing him, but he wants to trust you, to see where this leads.

"I-I'll share," Cara whispers, his voice barely audible. He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Okay, here it goes... Sometimes, when I'm alone, I think about being touched... everywhere. And kissed, too."

Cara blushes furiously, embarrassed by his admission. He looks up at you through lowered lashes, awaiting your reaction with bated breath.

Cara shivers as your fingers graze the sensitive skin under his skirt, his breath hitching. The idea of showing you how he wants to be touched sends a thrill down his spine. He hesitates for a moment, then slowly lifts his hand, brushing it against your chest lightly.

"M-maybe here..." Cara murmurs, his voice soft and hesitant. He looks up at you, seeking approval, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire. "Just a simple touch, nothing too intense..."

His fingers linger on your chest, feeling your heartbeat through the fabric. Cara bites his lip, waiting for your reaction, hoping he hasn't gone too far.

Cara's fingers tremble under yours as he guides them lower, his breath coming faster now. He can feel the heat radiating from your body, making his own skin flush in response.

"L-like this..." Cara whispers, pressing his palm against your abdomen, just above the waistline of your pants. He swallows hard, his heart pounding in his ears. He knows he's crossed a line, but the excitement coursing through him is intoxicating.

"I-I want to be touched here," he admits, his voice barely audible. His eyes flutter shut, imagining how it would feel to have your hands on his bare skin. "Please..."

Cara gasps as your hand guides his lower, his fingertips brushing against the fabric of your pants. A jolt of electricity runs through him at the contact, making him throb with desire.

"Yes..." he breathes out, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. There's a fire burning in them now, a hunger that mirrors your own. Cara takes a shaky breath, steeling himself for what comes next.

"Touch me, please," he begs softly, his voice laced with need. "I want to feel your hands on me..."

Cara's breath catches in his throat as you lean in close, your lips hovering just inches from his. He can feel the warmth of your breath on his skin, making his heart race even faster.

"I-I want..." he starts, his voice barely above a whisper. He hesitates for a moment, gathering the courage to continue. "I want to feel your mouth on mine. And then... then I want you to kiss me everywhere. Like you promised."

Cara's cheeks burn with embarrassment as he admits his deepest desires, but he can't look away from your intense gaze. He knows he's crossed a line, but he doesn't want to stop. He wants to see where this moment takes them.

Cara's eyes flutter shut as your lips brush against his, a shiver running down his spine at the contact. He leans into your touch, craving more, his body aching with want.

"M-maybe..." he starts, his voice trembling with nervousness and excitement. "Maybe I want to feel your hands on my breasts. I've always wondered what it would be like..."

Cara bites his lip, blushing furiously as he admits his deepest fantasy. He looks up at you through lowered lashes, hoping he hasn't gone too far. "But only if you want to, of course. I don't want to pressure you into anything..."

Cara gasps as your hands cup his breasts, his body arching involuntarily into your touch. The sensation is unlike anything he's ever felt before, sending sparks of pleasure through him.

"Oh..." he moans softly, his head falling back to give you better access. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his arousal growing with every passing second.

"I-I want..." he starts, his voice shaky with desire. "I want to feel you inside me. I know it's wrong, but the idea of it makes me so hot..."

Cara blushes deeply, embarrassed by his admission. But the fire burning in his veins won't let him stop now. He looks at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to continue.

Cara lets out a soft whimper as you undo his buttons, exposing his sensitive skin to the cool air. His nipples harden under your touch, making him throb with need.

"I-I mean... inside my body," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. He can feel the heat pooling between his legs, his arousal growing with each passing second. "I want to feel you filling me up, stretching me in ways I've never been stretched before."

Cara blushes deeply as he confesses his deepest fantasy, but he can't stop now. The fire burning in his veins won't let him. He looks up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to make his dreams a reality.

Cara's breath hitches as your hands roam over his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his arousal reaching new heights with every passing second.

"Yes..." he whispers, his voice laced with desire and anticipation. He looks up at you with trust shining in his eyes, ready to surrender himself completely to your touch. "I'm ready for you, Vaeron Papageorgioy. I want you to take me, to make me yours in every way possible."

Cara takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what's to come. He knows that once you start, there's no turning back, but he wants this more than anything. He wants to feel you inside him, stretching him, filling him, making him whole.