[ There's a strangled whine the moment he's left with nothing else but your thumb stroking along the barest beginning of him. He really can't help the way his hips jerk up, because that is his body trying to seek out the fastest way to satisfy its needs. All of those other movements you make a little later down the line really don't help either.
The conflict on his face is clear, because he desperately needs you to touch him/fuck him thoroughly, but he would also like to bend to your wishes. The mess of his desires are becoming clearer through your telepathic connection with him, in case the death grip he's got on those sheets and the hard press of his toes over the mattress weren't adequate indicators. ]
I...
[ Swallowing, because he's burning up in his own skin. That tends to make everything difficult, including getting the words out.
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The conflict on his face is clear, because he desperately needs you to touch him/fuck him thoroughly, but he would also like to bend to your wishes. The mess of his desires are becoming clearer through your telepathic connection with him, in case the death grip he's got on those sheets and the hard press of his toes over the mattress weren't adequate indicators. ]
I...
[ Swallowing, because he's burning up in his own skin. That tends to make everything difficult, including getting the words out.
He'd like to tell you he'll try, and yet. ]