[ There is a low and hitched sound as his head bows from the weight of his desire, from the need to curl up because the ache in his cock has spread outward to the rest of him.
Try as he might, he can't turn away form that projected image into his mind and he mutely notes the little things: how his toes have curled into the sheets, how his knees attempt to fold his legs in. When you take him higher, harder, he breathes a gasp against that gag and turns his face up, leaning back helplessly into the solidness of your body.
There's a hum in his throat and chest now, and it trembles between his lips like a plea. Please, love. He doesn't know how to ask. He remembers, he really does. But how else can he tell you if he can't speak except in the way every inch of him tenses, or the way he is attempting to shift backwards and further into your embrace because he wants you so damned much.
Those are his fingers curling against you now, the gesture almost feeble as he feels the heat hum beneath his skin. You're so hard and he remembers all-too well how snug you were inside of him -- it's more than enough to drive him nuts.
Please, Hikaru. He doesn't know how much longer he can hold out, or what other way he can tell you that he is asking for your permission. ]
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Try as he might, he can't turn away form that projected image into his mind and he mutely notes the little things: how his toes have curled into the sheets, how his knees attempt to fold his legs in. When you take him higher, harder, he breathes a gasp against that gag and turns his face up, leaning back helplessly into the solidness of your body.
There's a hum in his throat and chest now, and it trembles between his lips like a plea. Please, love. He doesn't know how to ask. He remembers, he really does. But how else can he tell you if he can't speak except in the way every inch of him tenses, or the way he is attempting to shift backwards and further into your embrace because he wants you so damned much.
Those are his fingers curling against you now, the gesture almost feeble as he feels the heat hum beneath his skin. You're so hard and he remembers all-too well how snug you were inside of him -- it's more than enough to drive him nuts.
Please, Hikaru. He doesn't know how much longer he can hold out, or what other way he can tell you that he is asking for your permission. ]