OK, here is my PG-13 update:
So, Mr. Man has a new apartment and he has been begging me to see it for the last few weeks. I finally dropped by on Friday after work. He was anxious for me to approve it and was happy when I did. I think I made a misstep in saying that it lacked proper decoration (which it does). I pointed out that he may have a nice young lady that he wants to impress and that he'd never do so with a sparse place that lacks character. As a man, he has lots of personality and I think his place should reflect that. While that seems benign, he was clearly a little hurt and worried when I mentioned him needing to impress a woman other than me. He knows I'm moving in August, but it's clearly going to be painful for him. I didn't really think to much of it. He's a smart and handsome young man who has done nothing but treat me like a princess and I want him to be happy in the future. He deserves it. I told him this, but he clearly didn't want to think about it. I won't mention it again unless absolutely necessary.
He goes into the bathroom to change out of his work clothes and when he comes back, I'm in his bed wearing his t-shirt and watching a scary movie. It was a bolder move than I'd like, but I felt I had to make up a little for upsetting him. He didn't know what to do at first, but after he picked up his jaw, he said "Wow, didn't you get comfy quick?". I asked him if I seemed like the type to make myself at home. He had to laugh and say yes. He had been in cargo shorts and a button up shirt, clearly assuming that we'd chill in the living room, play video games (which I actually enjoy), and talk. He changed into clean workout shorts and a t-shirt and hopped in next to me.
The next few hours were very pleasurable and sensual. A lot of gentle exploration with a few heavy moments. And, no, that is not a euphemism for sex. There was also a lot of conversation which we both enjoyed. He clearly felt extremely comfortable and told me some deeply personal things about himself. Some of it was quite upsetting, but I maintained my "lovingly concerned" expression. He also seemed to be enamored with the "other" side of me I don't show in public. He especially liked when I pulled a section of hair to its full extent and stroked it seemingly absentmindedly (totally deliberate, but he didn't know). I did it while he was talking and he actually stopped in mid-sentence to watch me.
When I told him I had to go, he grabbed me and asked me to "stay and hang out". I pointed out that I had been hanging out in his bed for almost 5 hours and he seemed shocked it'd been that long. I said "no" again and he pulled me close, smothered me with kisses, and hit me with me flattery. "I wanna be with you", "I don't want you to go", "You feel so good", "I'll be lonely without you", etc. Stuff ya'll have heard before. I still left, of course, but I have to admit that it was really fun. He kept telling me what a tease I was (duh), and yet he enjoyed it. It's funny how ever after such intimacy the shy coyness still works on some men. I hit him with a bit of that when he kissed me goodbye, and it caused him to pull me up and kiss me more.
He is getting very demanding when it comes to seeing me now. It has no effect, but I do enjoy it. He tried to get me to come back the next day, but that wasn't happening. We are seeing a movie next Friday, though.