[And he's arching more than a little into your touch because he wants more of it. He can't really stifle the way he gasps a little against your mouth, nor can he stop the way it tapers off into a tiny, needy little noise.
He shouldn't have gotten turned on this quickly. He's supposed to possess a lot more control than this, especially since he had, until the plans had fallen apart, been ready to start letting you go. And yet you're here, and he's here, and it's all he can do to keep his head level.
The next few kisses he gives you are a little more urgent, and the only reason why he stops is because he's too short of breath now, too short of everything but you. Nevertheless, he's keeping his forehead pressed against yours, and the look on his face has so much want in it, it's probably dangerous.]
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He shouldn't have gotten turned on this quickly. He's supposed to possess a lot more control than this, especially since he had, until the plans had fallen apart, been ready to start letting you go. And yet you're here, and he's here, and it's all he can do to keep his head level.
The next few kisses he gives you are a little more urgent, and the only reason why he stops is because he's too short of breath now, too short of everything but you. Nevertheless, he's keeping his forehead pressed against yours, and the look on his face has so much want in it, it's probably dangerous.]