[ And there is a unique sort of helplessness that comes with being incapable of doing anything but watch what your lover start to do terrible/wonderful things to you. Put that on top of all of the other parts that make up the whole of this experience - your breath warm against the side of his face, your voice in his ear, the way you know exactly how to hold him and work him up - and there is only so much that a body can do, even if the heart and mind aren't quite as certain as they ought to be.
It starts off with the look on your boy's face cracking, just so, under the strain that comes with feeling everything through. Then there's the increasing raggedness of his breath, ones that occasionally taper off into shaky gasps. The buck of his hips follow, along with the arch of his body against yours. Later down the line, those gasps become soft whimpers, and he's started to rock against your hand, wordlessly urging you on. His eyes have, in fact, dropped back down to focus rather intensely on the movement of your hand on him, as if watching you might just persuade you to get him off a little faster. ]
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It starts off with the look on your boy's face cracking, just so, under the strain that comes with feeling everything through. Then there's the increasing raggedness of his breath, ones that occasionally taper off into shaky gasps. The buck of his hips follow, along with the arch of his body against yours. Later down the line, those gasps become soft whimpers, and he's started to rock against your hand, wordlessly urging you on. His eyes have, in fact, dropped back down to focus rather intensely on the movement of your hand on him, as if watching you might just persuade you to get him off a little faster. ]