[ It isn't too long before the trembling grows worse and before it shifts entirely, leaving your boy positively writhing over the sheets and against your grip. Each breath he takes by that point either disappears entirely or turns into a sob of pure need.
When he does spill into your mouth, though, he buckles against you holding him down/the belt keeping him in place and cries out, like he's helpless against the way the rest of his body starts to react in the fact of the pleasure that is wracking it. Like he can't stop the way his hips buck up, pushing and pushing until he's spent.
He's still shuddering in the aftermath, wrung ragged by the experience of being dragged over the edge, and flushed with the combined pleasure of release and the anticipation of more. It's a rare treat, seeing the Blade King blush the way he's blushing now. ]
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When he does spill into your mouth, though, he buckles against you holding him down/the belt keeping him in place and cries out, like he's helpless against the way the rest of his body starts to react in the fact of the pleasure that is wracking it. Like he can't stop the way his hips buck up, pushing and pushing until he's spent.
He's still shuddering in the aftermath, wrung ragged by the experience of being dragged over the edge, and flushed with the combined pleasure of release and the anticipation of more. It's a rare treat, seeing the Blade King blush the way he's blushing now. ]