[ If he thought that the feel of your mouth back on his would help -- it really doesn't.
As it is, he finds himself shifting beneath you, unable to keep his hips from following the rhythm of the way you're pleasuring him. His breaths are shorter as he attempts to match the thrust of your tongue ( he's not doing as good as he normally does, this is overwhelming; he can barely move, the way you still have him held fast ) and the impatient whine that borders close to a sob is breathed into the space between you both once you pull back just enough to fix your gaze on his.
His fingers have just curled into tight fists, the white noise building in his head.
( There's a brief spike of denial from his end, but it comes as quickly as it goes. The leather and the silk, he's more than fine with that, was actively hoping it would cross your mind. But the borrowed memory of a rubber ball between lips makes him tense in a mix of 'wait, I've seen that, no, I don't want to remember that I saw that' -- there was that bleed between him and Makoto, once upon a time -- and tentative curiosity.
Your boy, it appears, is not immune to incredibly mild moments of irrational jealousy borne from the lack of knowing what he is willing and not willing to try. He knows he's shy and awkward about these things. They're not exactly conversation pieces that you can just bring up on the fly. But yes, that ball gag? It makes him nervous. He didn't expect it to feel like that, even if those flashes are more yours than his.
Oddly enough, he's not totally averse to trying. This is you. He trusts you. He'd readily put himself in your care. ]
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As it is, he finds himself shifting beneath you, unable to keep his hips from following the rhythm of the way you're pleasuring him. His breaths are shorter as he attempts to match the thrust of your tongue ( he's not doing as good as he normally does, this is overwhelming; he can barely move, the way you still have him held fast ) and the impatient whine that borders close to a sob is breathed into the space between you both once you pull back just enough to fix your gaze on his.
His fingers have just curled into tight fists, the white noise building in his head.
( There's a brief spike of denial from his end, but it comes as quickly as it goes. The leather and the silk, he's more than fine with that, was actively hoping it would cross your mind. But the borrowed memory of a rubber ball between lips makes him tense in a mix of 'wait, I've seen that, no, I don't want to remember that I saw that' -- there was that bleed between him and Makoto, once upon a time -- and tentative curiosity.
Your boy, it appears, is not immune to incredibly mild moments of irrational jealousy borne from the lack of knowing what he is willing and not willing to try. He knows he's shy and awkward about these things. They're not exactly conversation pieces that you can just bring up on the fly. But yes, that ball gag? It makes him nervous. He didn't expect it to feel like that, even if those flashes are more yours than his.
Oddly enough, he's not totally averse to trying. This is you. He trusts you. He'd readily put himself in your care. ]