larue: (146)
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ([personal profile] larue) wrote in [personal profile] icarusalsoflew 2015-02-12 05:58 am (UTC)

[ Here is the breakdown of his collective response to that gesture: the shudder that seems to go through him, lancing up his spine and down his limbs with the aftermath of gooseflesh rising over his skin. The hitched whine that tumbles from his lips, as though his heart had just leapt from chest to throat in mere seconds. The tightening of fingers from the hand that was momentarily occupied with your ass, and these words: weak, whispered, wanting: ]

Babe, [ He's broken away from your latest assault on his mouth; his head feels full of static, white noise and you. His skin feels like a straitjacket wound about the furnace of his blood caged by muscle and bone. ] Please don't tease.

[ There is a set dance between you both and he's gotten no inkling from your end that you'd be willing to switch your roles around. He is also very, very bad at asking for the things he'd like to try where it concerns coming together with you in bed if he isn't sure of you wanting it too. His needs, you see, he's used to putting them on the back-burner. ]

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