[There's another noise over your mouth, one that's caught between an exhaled breath and a small sob. Your boy's throat has gone dry already, and it's all that he could do to try and swallow down that lump of desire that's built up in it. His lips are are quivering too, and moving after yours whenever they're not close enough.
He looks so lost without your hand on his cock, your length buried inside of him, your mouth on his mouth.]
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He looks so lost without your hand on his cock, your length buried inside of him, your mouth on his mouth.]