[ And it must be a sight for you to see, Blade King: you boy laid out against those sheets, the lines of his body taut even as he moves in time to your ministrations. You've never touched him like this before, never pushed him this far -- and to think you're not even done.
Every breath taken in past his lips and expelled soon after is ragged. It is as if no matter how much air he sucks in, it is not nearly as satisfying as when he was drinking from your lips, breathing in what you were giving him. The jerk of his hips as he bucks against every stroke of your hand on him is erratic now; his face is flushed, beads of sweat clinging to his brow or slipping along the dips of muscle that make up his chest and stomach. Every inch of him is taut with need and he's also thinking, rather distantly, that the release will not be enough. He wants more.
This is how he looks the moment he breaks down, as he spills onto your hand and onto himself: that precise moment when he body bends like a bow, a sob of intense pleasure torn from his lips in the shape of your name and his eyes filled only with your visage.
The aftershocks will rock him for awhile. This is a first, and he knows you well enough to understand, that the night has barely started. ]
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Every breath taken in past his lips and expelled soon after is ragged. It is as if no matter how much air he sucks in, it is not nearly as satisfying as when he was drinking from your lips, breathing in what you were giving him. The jerk of his hips as he bucks against every stroke of your hand on him is erratic now; his face is flushed, beads of sweat clinging to his brow or slipping along the dips of muscle that make up his chest and stomach. Every inch of him is taut with need and he's also thinking, rather distantly, that the release will not be enough. He wants more.
This is how he looks the moment he breaks down, as he spills onto your hand and onto himself: that precise moment when he body bends like a bow, a sob of intense pleasure torn from his lips in the shape of your name and his eyes filled only with your visage.
The aftershocks will rock him for awhile. This is a first, and he knows you well enough to understand, that the night has barely started. ]