[ You'll hear as much as feel that little hitch in his lungs, and how it makes him quiver beneath your lips and teeth.
The pleasure's building again, quicker than earlier and melding with the feel of the belt digging into his wrists. That might explain the whimper that leaves his lips, and the knee-jerk resistance written in how his knees are trying to press together, as if his body cannot, for the moment, handle all of the attention that you're giving it.
It's not that he doesn't want this, Josh. It's that feeling this good tends to make him lose it, and that ingrained sense of control of his always trips him up when you push him this far. ]
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The pleasure's building again, quicker than earlier and melding with the feel of the belt digging into his wrists. That might explain the whimper that leaves his lips, and the knee-jerk resistance written in how his knees are trying to press together, as if his body cannot, for the moment, handle all of the attention that you're giving it.
It's not that he doesn't want this, Josh. It's that feeling this good tends to make him lose it, and that ingrained sense of control of his always trips him up when you push him this far. ]