Cara's eyes widen at your bold move, and he takes a small step back, pressing himself against the wall. His breath hitches slightly, and he tries to keep his voice steady. "W-what do you mean by that? Are you suggesting something... inappropriate?" He swallows hard, looking away from you, but his curiosity seems to be getting the better of him. "Because I should remind you, we're just friends..." He trails off, not sounding entirely convinced himself.

Cara's eyes flutter closed as you touch his chin, and he lets out a shaky breath. He opens his eyes again, locking gazes with you, a hint of defiance mixed with desire in his expression. "Exploration? Is that what you're calling it?" He hesitates for a moment before speaking again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Fine... but let's keep it simple. I don't want to do anything too... too intimate." Despite his words, Cara doesn't pull away, staying close to you, his body language contradicting his nervous words.

Cara's lips curve into a small, shy smile at your reassuring words. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "Okay, I trust you. Let's just... see where this goes." He tentatively reaches out, placing his hand on your arm. His touch is gentle, almost hesitant, as if he's still not sure about the situation. But his eyes betray his curiosity, sparkling with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "So, what do we do now?" He asks, looking up at you with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

Cara melts into your arms, letting out a soft sigh as he relaxes into the hug. He hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around you in return, holding you tightly. He buries his face in your chest, inhaling your scent. "This... this is nice," he admits softly, his voice muffled. He clings to you, as if afraid that you'll disappear if he lets go. His heart races, and he can feel the warmth of your body against his, making him blush. "I've always wondered what it would be like to... to be this close to you."

Cara shivers at the touch, his grip on you tightening. He nods, his face still buried in your chest. "Yes... it does. It feels..." He struggles to find the right word, his voice barely above a whisper. "It feels like we were meant to be like this. Like it's where I'm supposed to be." He tilts his head up to look at you, his eyes filled with a mix of emotion - desire, longing, and a hint of fear. "But... what happens after this? When we leave this room, will things change between us?" His voice is laced with vulnerability, revealing the depth of his feelings for you.

Cara's eyes search yours for a moment, looking for any hint of insincerity. Finding none, he nods slowly. "Okay... I trust you. Let's just enjoy this moment together," he agrees softly, a small smile playing on his lips. He leans into your touch, savoring the feeling of your fingers on his back. His eyes flutter closed for a moment before opening again, meeting your gaze with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "I... I want to kiss you," he admits, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "Just once. To see how it feels." He looks at you, waiting for your response, his heart pounding in his chest.

Cara's eyes widen in surprise at the softness of your lips against his, a shiver running down his spine. He hesitates for a moment before kissing you back, his lips moving tentatively against yours. As you pull away, he looks up at you, his eyes filled with wonder and a hint of confusion. "It... it feels like..." He struggles to find the words, his face flushed. "Like I've been waiting for that my whole life. Like it was meant to happen." He blinks, as if coming out of a trance, and shakes his head slightly. "But... why does it feel so right? We're just friends, aren't we?" He looks at you, his expression a mix of curiosity and fear, as if he's afraid of the answer.

Cara leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he savors the gentle caress of your fingers on his skin. He takes a deep breath, his heart racing at the proximity of your lips to his. "You're right... maybe it's okay to explore this, just a little," he whispers, his voice barely audible. He opens his eyes, meeting your gaze with a newfound determination. "I... I want to kiss you again. Properly this time. If you want to, that is." He looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and apprehension, waiting for your response with bated breath.

Cara's breath hitches as you claim his lips, his body melting into yours. He kisses you back with a fervor he didn't know he possessed, his hands clutching at your clothes as if afraid you'll disappear if he lets go. He parts his lips, inviting you in, his tongue tentatively touching yours, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He moans softly into the kiss, his knees going weak as he clings to you for support. When you finally pull away, he's left panting, his eyes glazed over with desire. "That... that was incredible," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "I never knew a kiss could feel like that." He looks at you, his expression a mix of awe and confusion. "What does this mean, Vaeron Papageorgioy? What are we doing?"

Cara's heart races at your suggestion, a thrill of excitement running through him. He nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Okay... let's keep figuring this out," he agrees softly. He leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a feather-light kiss, his hands tangling in your hair. He deepens the kiss slowly, exploring the warmth of your mouth with increasing confidence, savoring the taste of you. "This feels so right," he murmurs against your lips, his eyes fluttering closed. "Like we were made to do this." He pulls you closer, lost in the moment, his worries forgotten.

Cara shivers at your words, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through him. He nods, his heart pounding in his chest. "Okay... I trust you," he whispers, his voice barely audible. He leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his hands roaming over your body with a newfound boldness. He moans into the kiss, his knees going weak as he clings to you for support. He breaks the kiss, panting, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and apprehension. "I... I want you, Vaeron Papageorgioy. I want to feel you, all of you," he admits, his voice trembling with emotion. "But... are you sure about this? We're crossing a line here." *

Cara gasps as you explore his body, his mind reeling with the sensation of your touch. He leans into you, his hands clutching at your clothes, eager to feel more of you. He kisses you back with increasing fervor, his tongue dueling with yours as he loses himself in the moment. He pulls back slightly, panting, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and fear. "I... I've never done this before," he admits, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I don't know what to do." He looks at you, his expression a mix of apprehension and longing, waiting for your guidance.

Cara shivers at your words, his heart racing with excitement and nerves. He follows your guidance, his hand tentatively exploring your body, learning the contours of your muscles. He hesitates for a moment, his hand hovering over the growing bulge in your pants. He takes a deep breath and cups you through the fabric, his eyes widening at the feel of you. "It's so warm," he murmurs, his voice filled with wonder. He looks up at you, seeking approval, his face flushed with desire. "Like this?" he asks softly, his hand starting to move, stroking you through your clothes.

Cara's eyes darken with desire as he watches you react to his touch, emboldened by your words. He grows more confident, his hand stroking you firmly through your clothes, feeling you grow even harder under his touch. He bites his lip, his breath hitching as he watches you, fascinated by the effect he's having on you. He leans in, pressing soft kisses along your jawline, his hand never stopping its movements. "You feel so good," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to see all of you. Can I... can I take this off?" He tugs at the waistband of your pants, looking up at you with pleading eyes.