[This feels awkward. Nate is already getting an overwhelming sense of secondhand embarrassment just from Harry being put on the spot, and he's not even the one with the birds-and-blokes issue.]
Yes!
[Nate snaps defensively, folding his arms over his chest and protecting what little he has to protect. He's kissed, sure, sweet and quick things, a couple deliciously messy ones here and there that he sort of had to adjust to, but it's never been a major issue. Nate likes kissing, has made it one of the things he does well when the occasion arises, and he's never received any complaints.]
Yes, obviously, I've- I've made out with people before. Geez.
Hey, hey, don't get defensive. [Harry holds up a hand, as if to smooth out Nate's defensiveness manually. Which, you know, wouldn't be the total worst right now.] The way you were talking made it sound like you'd never touched a tit before, I just needed to know.
[Oh god. This is hell. Is this hell? Mum was right all along, it does exist. After a long moment of contemplation and internal distress, Harry hauls himself from his spot and reaches into the cooler for the mystery liquor bottle. No clue what it is, all Sam had said was there was an old man who he played cards with and who gave it to him. No telling what the fuck it was fermented from—and honestly? He doesn't quite care at the moment.]
D'you know if you're any good? Girls, they melt for that kind of thing, it's easy to tell if you're shit at it.
[He's touched a couple of boobs in his day, which isn't saying much at all - and shouldn't be anything to be proud of - but that's the approximate extent of his anatomical know-how regarding the fairer sex. Nate is hopelessly new at this, and doesn't think he can fend off Sam's pushing forever, but since he has so little experience he has made a point of excelling in at least one thing.]
Uh, I'm pretty damn good at it.
[Comes the confident reply, and for the first time in this conversation Nate seems to exude an earned honesty. While he may not necessarily have gotten his hands any further than second base, he has it on good authority that he is, in fact, an excellent kisser.]
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Yes!
[Nate snaps defensively, folding his arms over his chest and protecting what little he has to protect. He's kissed, sure, sweet and quick things, a couple deliciously messy ones here and there that he sort of had to adjust to, but it's never been a major issue. Nate likes kissing, has made it one of the things he does well when the occasion arises, and he's never received any complaints.]
Yes, obviously, I've- I've made out with people before. Geez.
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[Oh god. This is hell. Is this hell? Mum was right all along, it does exist. After a long moment of contemplation and internal distress, Harry hauls himself from his spot and reaches into the cooler for the mystery liquor bottle. No clue what it is, all Sam had said was there was an old man who he played cards with and who gave it to him. No telling what the fuck it was fermented from—and honestly? He doesn't quite care at the moment.]
D'you know if you're any good? Girls, they melt for that kind of thing, it's easy to tell if you're shit at it.
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Uh, I'm pretty damn good at it.
[Comes the confident reply, and for the first time in this conversation Nate seems to exude an earned honesty. While he may not necessarily have gotten his hands any further than second base, he has it on good authority that he is, in fact, an excellent kisser.]
No complaints yet.