[All of that solicits more than a few not-so-quiet, desperate noises which your boy then tries to stifle against his own hands. He's bracing himself now, trapped, as he is, in his own skin and between sheets that aren't cool enough to cool him down anymore and your solid, hot weight over his own.
You're so damned close yet so damned far away. It's enough to make his own hips jerk back and the rest of him sink down even further, as if his body wants nothing more than for your body to fuck it. If you can't put two and two together there, maybe the lost look he's sending you now from over his shoulder might drive the point home.
At this moment, he's almost regretting this decision. Having your mouth on his skin rather than on his own mouth when he needs to breathe is just making things worse.]
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You're so damned close yet so damned far away. It's enough to make his own hips jerk back and the rest of him sink down even further, as if his body wants nothing more than for your body to fuck it. If you can't put two and two together there, maybe the lost look he's sending you now from over his shoulder might drive the point home.
At this moment, he's almost regretting this decision. Having your mouth on his skin rather than on his own mouth when he needs to breathe is just making things worse.]