[ He swallows your moan, breathes it in, because he can't do much of anything else right now. You've not given him enough time to think of how to brace himself for the way you penetrate him, occupied as he is with trying to make sense of the way his body responds tk your ministrations. When you finally push your finger into him, you'll hear the cry that leaves his lips, cut-off as it is as he feels his insides press around you, before it thins out into a sob.
He's struggling again against your grip, but it isn't because he's fighting you. On the contrary, because you've given him nothing to hold onto by keeping his hands bound the way you have has left him feeling distressingly like he's slipping off the edge of a cliff. ]
Hikaru -- babe -- please-- [ He's never actually hit a point wherein he's begged in bed. If anything was phrased like this, they were actually soft and quivering requests. His thoughts have been full of you before, but never quite like this. It's a little frightening, how much he wants more. How good this feels. How he's unconcerned over the possibility that this might hurt because what discomfort he might feel has blurred into pleasure. ]
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He's struggling again against your grip, but it isn't because he's fighting you. On the contrary, because you've given him nothing to hold onto by keeping his hands bound the way you have has left him feeling distressingly like he's slipping off the edge of a cliff. ]
Hikaru -- babe -- please-- [ He's never actually hit a point wherein he's begged in bed. If anything was phrased like this, they were actually soft and quivering requests. His thoughts have been full of you before, but never quite like this. It's a little frightening, how much he wants more. How good this feels. How he's unconcerned over the possibility that this might hurt because what discomfort he might feel has blurred into pleasure. ]