[ Smiling at you, and peering intently at you this entire time. He's always loved how honest you can end up being with him, especially when it's the two of you tangled together, under the sheets. ]

And that is one of the many reasons why I love you. You're so indulgent.

[ The approval is plain in his voice as he withdraws again, so that he's hovering over you and well out of your reach once more. Then he's letting his palm smooth itself over the full length of your body just once before he's finally cupping your balls, massaging each of them, then curling his fingers around your dick.

If this was any other night, he'd be thinking about how your cock is going to fit into him. Right now, though, feeling how hard you are is thinking about how hard he's becoming, and how well his cock is probably going to fit into you.

Turning his head briefly to kiss the side of your face. ]

You can control yourself, can't you? Or you can try to, anyway.

[ For me?

That's whispered into your head. It might feel a bit like the telepathic version of fingers smoothing over the ridges of your spine.

Mind magic is so useful. ]