It feels really nice, his fingers running up over their side, brushing their ribs, but the more touching and kissing going on the more anxious Wolfgang becomes. They're afraid of going too far, afraid of what they might do; freak out, probably. They don't want to hurt him, but that would hurt him, wouldn't it?
They pull away, resting their forehead against his while they breathe. Maybe they're being paranoid; maybe they'd like it. They'll probably like it, but every time they think about it, they feel weird and vaguely endangered. Why?
“Michael...” They put their hand on his shoulder, fingers curled. Their eyes are closed.