[That tiny, hitched noise is matched with a shudder and a fluttering of those eyes that you like to watch so much whether you're sitting across of him at the meal table or fucking him over these sheets. This is your boy's face a few steps away from breaking, arranged in that space between relief and almost-discomfort.
Can you blame him, given how the two of you have been since you met up tonight?
Anyway. You're doing that, so he's going to snag the back of your neck with one hand and draw your mouth over his.]
no subject
[That tiny, hitched noise is matched with a shudder and a fluttering of those eyes that you like to watch so much whether you're sitting across of him at the meal table or fucking him over these sheets. This is your boy's face a few steps away from breaking, arranged in that space between relief and almost-discomfort.
Can you blame him, given how the two of you have been since you met up tonight?
Anyway. You're doing that, so he's going to snag the back of your neck with one hand and draw your mouth over his.]