[ That elicits another whine and a slight toss of your boy's head against the pillows. The rest of his body is squirming against your lips and your hand, urging you on.
The ache's in his gut now, and the pressure's building up in his brain, gradually rendering him incapable of doing little else but react to whatever you choose to do to him. There's something liberating about that. ]
Love you.
[ There is an edge to that whisper, fervent as it is. You'd recognize it as the kind of desperation one will only experience when one's caught in a situation much like your fiance's. ]
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The ache's in his gut now, and the pressure's building up in his brain, gradually rendering him incapable of doing little else but react to whatever you choose to do to him. There's something liberating about that. ]
Love you.
[ There is an edge to that whisper, fervent as it is. You'd recognize it as the kind of desperation one will only experience when one's caught in a situation much like your fiance's. ]