[ You pull away and it's as if there's far too much space between you're bodies. Rare is the occassion that he's felt like this; then again, he's its not as if he's usually on the receiving end of things when you're both tangled in bed.
His attention turns to your hand when it becomes obvious that you're only getting close enough for it to promise the possibility of you touching him, only to pull away.
Impatience has never written itself out so plainly on your boy's features the way it's doing so now. It's in the frown between his brows, the way his lips part, just enough for him to suck in air, in the set of his jaw when he has to press those lips closed in order to swallow.
It is also, you might note in the way his hips shift, as if he's both trying to figure out a way to get you closer, and yet he's holding back because he did agree to put himself in your care.
No sound from this one, other than the shuddered intakes of breath everytime your hand moves away. ]
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His attention turns to your hand when it becomes obvious that you're only getting close enough for it to promise the possibility of you touching him, only to pull away.
Impatience has never written itself out so plainly on your boy's features the way it's doing so now. It's in the frown between his brows, the way his lips part, just enough for him to suck in air, in the set of his jaw when he has to press those lips closed in order to swallow.
It is also, you might note in the way his hips shift, as if he's both trying to figure out a way to get you closer, and yet he's holding back because he did agree to put himself in your care.
No sound from this one, other than the shuddered intakes of breath everytime your hand moves away. ]