[ Funny how he's so hyperaware of everything that you do: each quiver and shift as he pushes you shirt up to reveal the rise and fall of your chest. Head angling up now, eyes dark and lips parted because it's become a little difficult to breathe, the hardness of him pressed right up against your knee.
He's hesitating now, just a little, because this does seem a little too fast in as much as he doesn't ( he really, really doesn't ) want to stop.
Taking a couple of breaths now, the sound of each loud in the silence of your room and possibly looking just a little bit frightened over what he feels. ]
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He's hesitating now, just a little, because this does seem a little too fast in as much as he doesn't ( he really, really doesn't ) want to stop.
Taking a couple of breaths now, the sound of each loud in the silence of your room and possibly looking just a little bit frightened over what he feels. ]