[ The sound that escapes him is something you likely have never heard before: helpless, breathless, a failing attempt at keeping things under control.
( Sorry, Josh, not this time, apparently. )
Wrenching his gaze away from watching your hand now, mouth greedy for another kiss ( and another, and another still ) as his hips shift, because his pants feel tighter than they should be.
He is getting flashes of your hand moving over him, your fingers ( and he has, on that one occassion in class ) tracing the line of him.
Josh's eyes turn to yours then, searching those violet depths as he draws his knees up to cage you in place. ]
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( Sorry, Josh, not this time, apparently. )
Wrenching his gaze away from watching your hand now, mouth greedy for another kiss ( and another, and another still ) as his hips shift, because his pants feel tighter than they should be.
He is getting flashes of your hand moving over him, your fingers ( and he has, on that one occassion in class ) tracing the line of him.
Josh's eyes turn to yours then, searching those violet depths as he draws his knees up to cage you in place. ]