[ To your boy's credit, he manages to hold out admirably for a few more breathless minutes. Yes, each pass leaves him trembling a bit more, pressing up into your hand and sounding a bit higher and desperate the last. Yes, the distress and the sheer agony of trying to control himself is written all over his face. He is also flushed with pleasure, though, and rather shameless this time around in showing the kind of effect this little exercise has on him.
He loses all voice when he finally gets dragged up to where you want him to be, head pressing all the way back against your shoulder, eyes wide and dark and unseeing as the shock of climax goes through him like a bullet. Then he's reduced to writhing limbs, desperate cries and bucking hips as he spills all over your hand and himself. He is breathless and weak in the aftermath, and each breath that sobs past his lips is punctuated with a helpless whimper.
You'll be able to feel why, if you held on to him while he came. He has not gone soft, and his skin is hotter and even more raw over yours. Perhaps you'll be pleased, as well, to note that once he manages to get his eyes open, they're focusing on your face through the mirror in a quiet bid for you to take him again. ]
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He loses all voice when he finally gets dragged up to where you want him to be, head pressing all the way back against your shoulder, eyes wide and dark and unseeing as the shock of climax goes through him like a bullet. Then he's reduced to writhing limbs, desperate cries and bucking hips as he spills all over your hand and himself. He is breathless and weak in the aftermath, and each breath that sobs past his lips is punctuated with a helpless whimper.
You'll be able to feel why, if you held on to him while he came. He has not gone soft, and his skin is hotter and even more raw over yours. Perhaps you'll be pleased, as well, to note that once he manages to get his eyes open, they're focusing on your face through the mirror in a quiet bid for you to take him again. ]