[ It's in times like these that the little things truly destroy you. He's hyperaware of the slide of your own skin over his own, the precise way your voice echoes in his ear, the solid press of your dick behind him, and your smell. Given that such things are currently enough to get a rise out of him, it should come as no surprise that he's quivering in your arms, and biting down harder on his own lip.
He does not want you to stop though. Please, don't stop.
This is how he defers to your request: by shifting, trembling again when he feels the way you're pressed up against him and so ready to fuck him at your leisure, and reaching around to try to ghost his fingers over your length, through the fabric of your pants. There is, as well, raw need written all over his face. You'll see as much through your reflections in the mirror. ]
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He does not want you to stop though. Please, don't stop.
This is how he defers to your request: by shifting, trembling again when he feels the way you're pressed up against him and so ready to fuck him at your leisure, and reaching around to try to ghost his fingers over your length, through the fabric of your pants. There is, as well, raw need written all over his face. You'll see as much through your reflections in the mirror. ]