“Fuck, Thandi…!” Charlie breathes, quiet so not to draw attention to his tent. His toes curl, his back arches, and he releases a splatter across his bared belly. He bites his lip to stifle a moan, exhaling loudly instead. A few more pumps, Thandi’s ring pressed firmly to his cock, assures him that he is finally done. He feels lips on his petals, though, and his body threatens to—

“Charlie?” Thandi has ducked into his tent and her eyes grow wide as she sees him in…! Such an indecent pose! Shirt open, cock in hand, stomach covered in his own cum! She freezes there, hand squeezing over her bracelet. She gapes.

“S-Sorry, I…!”

“Does it hurt?”

He blinks at her. Her face is red, and her eyes can’t pull away, but… she shows none of the disgust he expected. Especially from masturbating to thoughts of her. He grabs a rag, wiping himself down. “No, it doesn’t,” he says quietly. He tucks himself away. “I’m sorry you had to see… that…”

Thandi bites her lip, now moving to sit beside him. “You… still… want that with me, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, dearest. I do.” He avoids her eyes, feels her squeezing on her bracelet.

“And you.. still… love me? Even when I can’t?”

“Of course. I would be an absolute moron not to love you as much as I do!”

“May I…?”

Thandi raises her hand, laying it upon his chest gently. Where his cum was only moments ago. She leans her head against him, running her fingers down to the hair under his belly button. Her hand runs back up, learning the feeling of his skin. Thandi lets out a small sigh as she wraps her arms around his middle. It makes Charlie laugh.

“Thandi, dearest, what are you doing?”

“You seem lonely.” She nuzzles the dip in his chest. Smiles. 

“I was. But I’m home now.” 

Thandi squeezes him tightly. “Welcome home, honey. Love.”

“Honeylove? That’s a new one. I do like it.”

“You!!”

“Me what? I’m sorry to say, Thandi, if you call me a scoundrel, recall I lived with some dignity. I’m your scoundrel.” He wraps his arms around her, relishing feeling her against his bare skin. It’s lovely. She is warm and soft, and he finds his embarrassment melting away. She accepts this part of him, the part he has trouble with accepting for himself. 

Her giggles and nuzzles make him feel alive. “My scoundrel. I like that. I like it a lot.”

“Good. You’re… stuck with me.”

“That’s what I was coming to ask you about, actually. I… If we can’t… even kiss… I want to at least…” Charlie shifts so he could see her face, but she holds tight. They both know she’s blushing. “Find some other way to be close with you. I… want to sleep with you.”

“Heh.”

“Charlie! Not like that!” Thandi loosens her grip as she giggles, slapping his chest lightly. It’s almost more of a caress and he gets to see her blush grow even further.

“Thandi, you’re cute!” He tips them both over, hugging her to him. She nuzzles his chest, wriggling as he opens his shirt to wrap around her. It sends her in another fit of giggles and he squeezes her. If only he could kiss her. Soon. Soon. 

Her hot breath evens against his skin and she curls into him, silent now. He holds her as she does her best to… wrap her head around it. Sometimes it takes time for her to process. And she hadn’t prepared for what she saw. What she’s seeing. What she’s doing. So he holds her and wishes he could kiss her problems away.