[ Because of the way you're kissing and touching him, it takes him a little bit to register that his hands are free. That happens when he realizes that his fingers have curled around the edge of the pillow above his head, skin drawn over the knuckles as he reminds himself to breathe. His hips can't do much else other than shift beneath your touch. First, to allow him to rub his cock further into the cradle of your palm, and second, to encourage the way that you're currently fucking him.
Each breath taken in and expelled is capped off with the desperate sounds that indicate just how terribly turned on he is, how he's pretty much stopped caring about whether something does or does not hurt because the ache in each nerve-ending in/over/under his skin is as intense as the heat that's settling into the marrow of his bones. ]
Babe, [ the words tremble on the exhale. ] Please.
[ His cheek is pressed against his bicep, face turned away and flushed. He's bitten down hard on his lower lip because the way his voice sounds is so foreign. He doesn't know what to do anymore beyond try to keep his head as you push him higher. ]
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Each breath taken in and expelled is capped off with the desperate sounds that indicate just how terribly turned on he is, how he's pretty much stopped caring about whether something does or does not hurt because the ache in each nerve-ending in/over/under his skin is as intense as the heat that's settling into the marrow of his bones. ]
Babe, [ the words tremble on the exhale. ] Please.
[ His cheek is pressed against his bicep, face turned away and flushed. He's bitten down hard on his lower lip because the way his voice sounds is so foreign. He doesn't know what to do anymore beyond try to keep his head as you push him higher. ]