[Robert willingly cooperates with this, letting Don guide his hands over his body with slow tenderness, revelling in the sensation of his warmed skin under his fingertips. He leans forward a little to brush his lips softly against Don's smooth plastron in the process of touching him...
... And then when he feels Don's tail against his fingertips - a little fuller-feeling than the rest of him - he looks up as well, meeting his gaze with a steadiness that he can only achieve with Don. Everybody else he'd have to look away from when the familiar fear kicked in.]
... Pl-please tell me if... i-if I am... s-succeeding in the endeavour...
[And so Robert begins to very gently - cautiously, like Don'll break if he's too hard - stroke his fingertips over the surface of Don's tail, in little rhythmic patterns. It's subtle, but he notices Don's cloaca, and is carefully tracing around the edge of it... probably more gently than he should be, but he's never done anything quite like this.]
[Action]
... And then when he feels Don's tail against his fingertips - a little fuller-feeling than the rest of him - he looks up as well, meeting his gaze with a steadiness that he can only achieve with Don. Everybody else he'd have to look away from when the familiar fear kicked in.]
... Pl-please tell me if... i-if I am... s-succeeding in the endeavour...
[And so Robert begins to very gently - cautiously, like Don'll break if he's too hard - stroke his fingertips over the surface of Don's tail, in little rhythmic patterns. It's subtle, but he notices Don's cloaca, and is carefully tracing around the edge of it... probably more gently than he should be, but he's never done anything quite like this.]