[ Your words ultimately offer the kind of reassurance he needs, if only because there is a promise written in there somewhere, pointing towards you truly taking him apart. As such, at least initially, it's enough to embolden him, and work a little better at getting you off.
...Initially, anyway. He has, after all, been thrown completely by this entire exchange, and feeling how hard and thick and perfect you are only reminds him of what it's like to have you pushed deep into his ass, rocking against his insides, pressing against that spot that make him shiver into the mattress. Thinking on that, of course, only elicits more sounds of desperate need from your boy, and make him move with far less finesse and capability than usual.
He is trying, though, even as you make it more impossible with each passing moment for him to think about nothing else but your own hand on him, or fantasizing about the moment when you finally choose to fuck him properly. As such, it'll be some five minutes before he's losing it for real, his breath sobbing out in between more whimpers as his shoulders curl in, hips rolling up of their own accord, eyes fixed on the motions of your hand between his legs, cock twitching and aching and leaking with precum.
He could be spilling all over your hand now: he's already slipping, cresting up towards another high. But he wants to hear you tell him whether he should continue to hold off or let go. You did, after all, say that you wanted to watch him, and he wants to make sure that you're happy, you've had your fill. ]
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...Initially, anyway. He has, after all, been thrown completely by this entire exchange, and feeling how hard and thick and perfect you are only reminds him of what it's like to have you pushed deep into his ass, rocking against his insides, pressing against that spot that make him shiver into the mattress. Thinking on that, of course, only elicits more sounds of desperate need from your boy, and make him move with far less finesse and capability than usual.
He is trying, though, even as you make it more impossible with each passing moment for him to think about nothing else but your own hand on him, or fantasizing about the moment when you finally choose to fuck him properly. As such, it'll be some five minutes before he's losing it for real, his breath sobbing out in between more whimpers as his shoulders curl in, hips rolling up of their own accord, eyes fixed on the motions of your hand between his legs, cock twitching and aching and leaking with precum.
He could be spilling all over your hand now: he's already slipping, cresting up towards another high. But he wants to hear you tell him whether he should continue to hold off or let go. You did, after all, say that you wanted to watch him, and he wants to make sure that you're happy, you've had your fill. ]