[ And your fiancee flinches not out of distress or pain, but from getting a solid reminder that this is, indeed, what he has asked for and you have just shown him that you're truly ready to make good on your word.
He immediately goes as still as he possibly can in your arms, head bowing under the weight of his own need, teeth catching his bottom lip in a futile attempt at biting back the fresh wave of whimpers that threaten to bubble past his throat. He is, much like the first time you ever held him close and told you that you wanted things, now holding back as best as he can, and waiting on your next move.
(...Inasmuch as he can, anyway. You are right. He's hot and uncomfortably hard, burned by his own pleasure, overwhelmed by the way his mind is racing through the many things you could choose to do or not do to him now, and in the hours that follow before dawn.) ]
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He immediately goes as still as he possibly can in your arms, head bowing under the weight of his own need, teeth catching his bottom lip in a futile attempt at biting back the fresh wave of whimpers that threaten to bubble past his throat. He is, much like the first time you ever held him close and told you that you wanted things, now holding back as best as he can, and waiting on your next move.
(...Inasmuch as he can, anyway. You are right. He's hot and uncomfortably hard, burned by his own pleasure, overwhelmed by the way his mind is racing through the many things you could choose to do or not do to him now, and in the hours that follow before dawn.) ]