[There's a whimper bruising the air, and a shiver underneath your fingers. The movement of your mouth/tongue on his skin is torturous, given how much you've already worked him up.
It's starting to get difficult to do anything but react to whatever you choose to give him now. He's wound up too tight; his hands have already fallen away from your body, and those fingers of his have curled up tight in the sheets.]
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It's starting to get difficult to do anything but react to whatever you choose to give him now. He's wound up too tight; his hands have already fallen away from your body, and those fingers of his have curled up tight in the sheets.]