[ His body responds quicker than he can think, a soft, cut-off whine leaving him so quickly he only registers once it's cut through the air. It's soft, strangled, not quite a moan; more an exhale of desire wrapped with need. There's also a flash of mad white lust going through him, legs parting of their own volition as he's pushing up against your hand while his torso sinks further into those sheets.
He's trembling now -- but he never did stop, did he? It's like his skin is so tight -- to tight -- around the whole of him. And he can feel the twitch of his cock in response to your touch.
Did you really have to ask that last question? He's flushing now. What a sight he must make, looking like he's torn between answering and keeping his mouth shut.
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He's trembling now -- but he never did stop, did he? It's like his skin is so tight -- to tight -- around the whole of him. And he can feel the twitch of his cock in response to your touch.
Did you really have to ask that last question? He's flushing now. What a sight he must make, looking like he's torn between answering and keeping his mouth shut.
He'll keep his mouth shut for now. ]