[The warm rush of your breath over his skin alone is enough to make his stomach tighten, and when your lips follow --]
Mm...
[The air's starting to stutter in his lungs even more, short and ragged. It just gets worse when your grip tightens, and when the press of your lips is joined by that hint of teeth and tongue. He can't, at first, stop thinking of how close your mouth is to his hips, his thighs, his cock. Moments after that, he can't think, can't do much else but try and barely succeed to wrench his gaze away and close his eyes in a valiant attempt at not having to dwell on the vision of you down there, practically between his legs (it doesn't work). His own teeth are worrying now, at his bottom lip. His own fingers have threaded up a little into the sheets.]
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Mm...
[The air's starting to stutter in his lungs even more, short and ragged. It just gets worse when your grip tightens, and when the press of your lips is joined by that hint of teeth and tongue. He can't, at first, stop thinking of how close your mouth is to his hips, his thighs, his cock. Moments after that, he can't think, can't do much else but try and barely succeed to wrench his gaze away and close his eyes in a valiant attempt at not having to dwell on the vision of you down there, practically between his legs (it doesn't work). His own teeth are worrying now, at his bottom lip. His own fingers have threaded up a little into the sheets.]