[ That soft noise is the last protest you get before he's lifting his eyes. They immediately seek yours out, if only because he still isn't ready to focus too hard on his own body.
It feels good, though, leaning back against you. The sheer, solid proximity of your presence, your lips on him, your hand in his own, and the warmth of your own skin helps. He arches his neck, breaths slipping back into the heaviness that isn't born out of anxiety or shame but out of pleasure, and tries to let himself enjoy the moment. ]
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[ That soft noise is the last protest you get before he's lifting his eyes. They immediately seek yours out, if only because he still isn't ready to focus too hard on his own body.
It feels good, though, leaning back against you. The sheer, solid proximity of your presence, your lips on him, your hand in his own, and the warmth of your own skin helps. He arches his neck, breaths slipping back into the heaviness that isn't born out of anxiety or shame but out of pleasure, and tries to let himself enjoy the moment. ]