[ Being released only means that your boy gets to put those hands of his to good use, and let himself skim his palms over your skin, following the smooth planes of your chest and the curves of your shoulders. There is a minute pause that you'll feel through the link the moment he notices what your thoughts are touching upon, but he moves to follow your request nonetheless.
A bit of that tension is back in the moments that follow, threading itself between his muscle and bone as he starts settling against your chest. Rare is the time you'll see him this demure, beyond how he's reflected in that mirror now: eyes downcast once again, knees unconsciously trying to lock together and help his body curl into itself, flushed in the aftermath of fucking your mouth, hands clenching lightly at the sheets beneath you both, lungs still locked in their struggle to breathe right over the rapid beat of his heart and the dizziness that only ever comes out of feeling too much, lips trembling in apprehension and anticipation. ]
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A bit of that tension is back in the moments that follow, threading itself between his muscle and bone as he starts settling against your chest. Rare is the time you'll see him this demure, beyond how he's reflected in that mirror now: eyes downcast once again, knees unconsciously trying to lock together and help his body curl into itself, flushed in the aftermath of fucking your mouth, hands clenching lightly at the sheets beneath you both, lungs still locked in their struggle to breathe right over the rapid beat of his heart and the dizziness that only ever comes out of feeling too much, lips trembling in apprehension and anticipation. ]