[ He is, in fact, thinking about that night: you, him, in that tent on the outskirts of Ys that your party was close enough to Eriska. He is remembering how you both tangled up together in something new and how intense it was to realize that you wanted him in ways he'd only let himself consider in the dark and the quiet. The idea of asking had been too intimidating, but then you took him the way you wanted, pushed him towards a high that rocked him to the core it was frightening to come back down.
And then you were still there with him in the aftermath, this unshakeable presence that he could turn to and hide away in until everything made sense again.
You'll feel him pick up the pace, maybe see through your reflection in that looking glass how his eyes shut as he presses his nose to the hollow at the side of your throat. He wants to lose himself in the sound of your breathing and the scent and warmth of how you feel in his arms. You're also hot and hard in the cradle of his palm, and with each pass he makes it a point to tease the head of your cock, as if coaxing you to cum sooner.
He still meant what he said: Wait. Wait until you can't anymore, until you feel like you might burn up from the inside unless you let go. Leave yourself in his care tonight, come apart in his arms, and let him ruin you the way you need to be ruined. He might not have the same kind of settled confidence that you do, but he is more than ready to pick up the pieces in the wreckage of your climax with a measure of confidence in his ability to put you back together again. ]
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And then you were still there with him in the aftermath, this unshakeable presence that he could turn to and hide away in until everything made sense again.
You'll feel him pick up the pace, maybe see through your reflection in that looking glass how his eyes shut as he presses his nose to the hollow at the side of your throat. He wants to lose himself in the sound of your breathing and the scent and warmth of how you feel in his arms. You're also hot and hard in the cradle of his palm, and with each pass he makes it a point to tease the head of your cock, as if coaxing you to cum sooner.
He still meant what he said: Wait. Wait until you can't anymore, until you feel like you might burn up from the inside unless you let go. Leave yourself in his care tonight, come apart in his arms, and let him ruin you the way you need to be ruined. He might not have the same kind of settled confidence that you do, but he is more than ready to pick up the pieces in the wreckage of your climax with a measure of confidence in his ability to put you back together again. ]