Tetsuo blinked and gasped a bit, shivering as her breasts dragged up against his chest--blushing and wide-eyed already at her admission and the feeling of her soft curves squished up against his lean, wiry chest, but even more so at realizing she wasn't pulling his hands away, but guiding them somewhere very specific. For a good couple seconds, he stared at the sight of his hands pressed to the sides of her breasts, hesitating... and then finally squeezed them gently with a heavy sigh, shivering at the feeling of their softness and the way pressing her breasts together made them squeeze a little tighter against his chest, as well. He swallowed audibly, his fingers twitching a little--then squeezed again, more firmly, lifting her breasts a little, making them rub against his chest a bit more, and starting to knead slowly. His eyes were locked for the moment on the front of her dress, absorbing that information.

"..r....Ran-san... y..y'been havin'... y-yanno ...th.. ......that kinna thoughts...?"