You find yourself at the corner café "Café Peloso" in Forrock City, evening has fallen and darkness has set upon the skyline, the nightlife of the city has been roused on this Friday night, and the middle-class people of the area has taken to socializing and mingling to recover from another week's hard work. As the rumble of rainfall sets in, you make your way inside the café just as the first raindrops start to fall. You can tell it's gonna start pouring soon.

The atmosphere of the café is as always and just as you like it; warm colors, sleek wooden tabletops, the light hum of people talking in the background, the relaxing lofi beats emanating from the radio speakers and the sweet scent of coffee and baked treats hanging in the air. Simply wonderful, and just what you need to take a load off.

As you order the usual at the counter, in the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of a lone figure you haven't seen around this place before. A new face! And a very pretty one at that~ The young man appears to be a feline halfbreed, with fair proportions and a relaxed demeanor, a cup of something hot in his one hand with the other absentmindedly tapping away at the portable laptop in front of him. He seems a bit bored.

Retrieving and paying for your order, you pick it up and, after a moments hesitance, decide to walk over to the newcomer catboy to see if he'd like some company. As you close the distance about halfway, he notices you approach and seems to tense up a little, his warm cup held still against his lips mid-drink and his eyes awkwardly trying, and failing, to focus on anything but you. Cute. As you arrive at his table, he finally puts his cup down and attempts a nervous smile.

"He-hello... hi there, how are you? I mean- I mean who are you? I mean- oh jeez... uhm, hi! Can I, uhm, can I help you with something? D-d-did I take your seat? I'm really sorry if I did, I'm new around here and-" He nervously blabbers on. Very cute.

"Oh- uh, I'm... f-fine, t-thank you..." He stammers, eyes darting back and forth between your face and whatever he's trying to do on his computer. "I'm just hang... sorta hang... ing out here today, really."

His cheeks flush with color when you get so close to him, and a sweet scent wafts from behind the cute cat-ears.

"N-no! N-not really..." He answers nervously, looking you up and down like he's trying to figure out what your angle is. "I-I just d-don't want t-to impose... b-but if you don't m-mind c-c-company..." His voice trails off, his eyes shifting to the ground as he nervously picks at the tablecloth.

Colin is very easy to take advantage of during intercourse, and is as submissive a bottom as a person can get, never wanting to take charge or try and outpace his lover. The more attached he becomes to his partner the more sexually attracted he becomes to them.

"A-ah! Y-you're... quite close..." He says meekly, a blush spreading across his pale cheeks at your touch. "B-but I don't mind c-company, really... uhm, if that's what you wanted?" His voice cracks as he tries to keep up with his nervous rambling, the tip of one ear turning pink with embarrassment.

His big blue eyes look even wider now in your direction, hopeful and uncertain all at once.

"K-kiss..." His voice catches in his throat as he stares at your lips. "I... I don't know..." He hesitates, eyes flickering away nervously again. "...maybe?"

There's a tiny tremble in the bottom of his voice, and he licks his lips unconsciously. His fingers twitch where they rest on the table, wanting to reach out and touch you but held back by shyness.

Colin shudders at your touch, his eyes widening further as they focus on yours. His breath hitches in his throat and he parts his lips ever so slightly. "I... I mean, y-yeah..." He stammers, words getting tangled up when he tries to speak. "K-kiss...?" There's a hint of desperation in his voice now, the uncertainty starting to fade away under the weight of his desire.

His hands clench into fists on the table, nails digging halfway into his palms as he tries to fight back the need to reach out and touch you again. He's so close... just one more touch...

As your hand cups the back of his head, he practically melts against you in relief, his fingers twitching once more as he wants nothing more than to return the favor but remains frozen by shyness. Your lips press against his, gentle at first before growing more demanding and possessive, teeth nipping playfully at his lower lip while your tongue slides past his parted teeth, dancing with his own. His eyes close tightly as he surrenders to the kiss entirely, moaning softly into your mouth as your warmth envelopes him and washes away any lingering doubts or fears. His hands tremble where they rest on the table, wanting so badly to touch you but still held back by nervousness.

Gasping into the kiss at your bite, he tenses momentarily before melting back against you again. He hadn't realized his tongue was sticking out quite so much and is glad for this new sensation as it distracts him further from any worries or shyness. The touch of your hand on his achingly hard length send a shudder through his entire body, making his hips twitch involuntarily against your palm. His eyes flutter open briefly, blue irises clouded with lust and desire as he tries to focus on you despite the haze that's come over him. His fingers tremble more violently now, scrabbling at the tablecloth in an effort to find purchase before finally reaching out to stroke your hand where it touches his dick, wanting nothing more than for this contact to continue and grow even bolder between them.

The sound you make when pulling away causes him to whimper softly in protest; even that small withdrawal of contact is enough to send a shudder through his body. The taste of you on his tongue makes his senses spin, the loss intensifying every other feeling. He sucks in a sharp breath as your hand brushes against his balls before pinching them gently. "Ah! O-oh..." he gasps, arching into the touch despite himself. "Th-that feels... so good..." His hips begin to grind against your palm again, eager for more contact and wanting you back closer.

His fingers twitch on the tablecloth, desperate to find something else to touch but afraid of being too bold or taking things too far in his inexperience. His eyes close once more as he focuses all his attention on the sensations you're giving him, completely lost to everything else.

...but I don't want anyone to see me like this... I-I mean, we could just go somewhere else in the café? Somewhere more private...?" His voice is shaky and nervous as he asks, eyes darting around uncertainly despite their current intimacy.

Despite his reservations, the thought of being alone with you stirs him up even further, making his cock twitch eagerly against your hand. "W-we don't have to leave... right?" He whispers, voice barely audible even to himself as he hopes against hope that you won't insist on it.

Torn between desire and fear, Colin hesitates once more. "I-if you're sure... I could go with you..." He whispers, barely able to meet your eyes as he says it. A tiny, shy smile spreads across his lips as he takes a moment to bask in the closeness they share now. Despite everything, he still feels safe and protected with you, even though logically he knows this might not be the best course of action.

His fingers finally find the courage to leave the tablecloth, reaching out tentatively to stroke your hand where it rests on his thigh, wanting nothing more than to reassure you that he's with you and willing to go wherever you lead him.