[ You've cast a spell on him from the looks of it, because he can't do much else beyond watch every move that you make and start feeling, once again, like he can't relax, can't breathe right in your presence --
-- unless, of course, you're kissing him, the way that you're kissing him now. The whimper that your lips ends up swallowing, though? That was from the way you decided, yet again, to take him by the hilt. ]
That -- [ All of it ] would be your fault.
[ He's incapable of sounding accusatory right now, not while he's still so very turned on and can't think of much else beyond the way both of your bodies fit so well together, and how you had looked as you had drank him down. ]
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-- unless, of course, you're kissing him, the way that you're kissing him now. The whimper that your lips ends up swallowing, though? That was from the way you decided, yet again, to take him by the hilt. ]
That -- [ All of it ] would be your fault.
[ He's incapable of sounding accusatory right now, not while he's still so very turned on and can't think of much else beyond the way both of your bodies fit so well together, and how you had looked as you had drank him down. ]