[And the way you say his name goes straight through him, just enough to start to compromise the grip that he has on his control - what little there remains, anyway.
This is ultimately why he pulls back, with a look on his face that is nearly as vulnerable as he had been earlier, when the two of you had been taking. It's more full of you than anything else, though, and hell: he can't bring himself to care.
He moves - slowly, because everything has become that much harder to do in the face of need this perfectly consuming - and kisses you full on the mouth in a gesture that only hints at the urgency he feels. His hand has crawled back down there, to palm at your length.]
Please put this inside of me. [His words are weighted with desire.] I want to give you everything.
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This is ultimately why he pulls back, with a look on his face that is nearly as vulnerable as he had been earlier, when the two of you had been taking. It's more full of you than anything else, though, and hell: he can't bring himself to care.
He moves - slowly, because everything has become that much harder to do in the face of need this perfectly consuming - and kisses you full on the mouth in a gesture that only hints at the urgency he feels. His hand has crawled back down there, to palm at your length.]
Please put this inside of me. [His words are weighted with desire.] I want to give you everything.