[ He would, if he could.keep his eyes open the entire time. As it is the wet heat of your mouth wrapped around him is all he can focus on, all he can think about as he writhes against those sheets. His hands have fallen away, fingers curling against the bed as he tries to keep the sounds he's making as you get him off down.
He's never been with anyone before, and he can't picture being with anyone else, beautiful and perfect as you are to him.
Your name is a whisper on his lips now, the syllables of your name a plea on his tongue because goddamn please he feels like he's coming apart and you're so far away as much as you are near. ]
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He's never been with anyone before, and he can't picture being with anyone else, beautiful and perfect as you are to him.
Your name is a whisper on his lips now, the syllables of your name a plea on his tongue because goddamn please he feels like he's coming apart and you're so far away as much as you are near. ]