Oh. Jesus. The little redhead was sticking her - his? - hand down his pants and he breathed out in a quick, sharp, sticky rush, pressing his face to her shoulder for a moment. He couldn't think. He had to stop this. Oh my god, it felt so good. Was he doing this? His hips were totally bucking upward into the hand, and he stood a little bit more, made the angle easier, leaning into the smaller girl, pressing her back into the wall almost gently and then kissing her.