[ He doesn't fight the way his body arches up to your touch, the way his insides feel aflame and how he can't shrug off the thought that he needs you so badly. It's interesting though, how it feels like the whole of him doesn't feel like his own and he wonders distantly if you realize how tightly you have him wrapped around your finger. It should scare him, intimidate him, but there's something about surrending to you that steadies as equally as it thrills him down to the marrow of his bones.
His hips roll to the rhythm of your touch and the sob that crawls it's way past his lips when you take him by the hilt is a soft please, please, just take everything. He belongs to you, that's always been fact. ]
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His hips roll to the rhythm of your touch and the sob that crawls it's way past his lips when you take him by the hilt is a soft please, please, just take everything. He belongs to you, that's always been fact. ]