[ And there's the tiniest huff of relief leaving your boy's lips once your lips start their journey down his body. You'll also feel the way he arches up from those sheets, trying, instinctively, to respond to how nicely you're treating him. All of that, of course, breaks into a low moan the moment you have him in your fist.
He's blushing in earnest now that the fire you're stroking up in him is burning a good amount of that anxiety away. Thrown as he is now, it shouldn't be surprising that your words go right through him. ]
Stop saying things like that.
[ That is whined out, by the way, because he's swelling within your hand and it's messing with what remains of his resolve. It is so hard to be scared of exposing more of his vulnerabilities to you when you're doing such a terribly good job at making him want this. ]
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He's blushing in earnest now that the fire you're stroking up in him is burning a good amount of that anxiety away. Thrown as he is now, it shouldn't be surprising that your words go right through him. ]
Stop saying things like that.
[ That is whined out, by the way, because he's swelling within your hand and it's messing with what remains of his resolve. It is so hard to be scared of exposing more of his vulnerabilities to you when you're doing such a terribly good job at making him want this. ]