[ It feels good to lean back against your warmth, even as the aftershocks go through him, humming deep under his skin as your hand guides him to the very end of his release. He can't see again; it makes the room feel so much larger than he remembers it being last, and the sounds more pronounced in his ears.
It's hard to breathe still, though his mouth has relaxed around that gag, having gotten used to it's presence. When you move your finger over his lips he can't help but try to open his mouth further, his tongue pressed against the curve of the ball as he sucks in air in an attempt to taste what you offer. If there's something akin to a whimper, it registers only distantly, because the scent of sweat, of sex, of himself and of you is something he takes in with each inhale.
He feels too weak to nod back, so he slumps against you and turns his cheek into your chest. That is a 'please, yes, whatever you want' if ever there was one. ]
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It's hard to breathe still, though his mouth has relaxed around that gag, having gotten used to it's presence. When you move your finger over his lips he can't help but try to open his mouth further, his tongue pressed against the curve of the ball as he sucks in air in an attempt to taste what you offer. If there's something akin to a whimper, it registers only distantly, because the scent of sweat, of sex, of himself and of you is something he takes in with each inhale.
He feels too weak to nod back, so he slumps against you and turns his cheek into your chest. That is a 'please, yes, whatever you want' if ever there was one. ]