[ This latest round comes in fragments of a whole: the bite of your grip on his skin, the contact between the tip of your cock and his prostate that sends him shivering into that mattress, face pressed into the sheets; the way you take him ( rough and demanding ) in counterpoint to the tenderness that your lips press against his skin.
He's reaching for you again, from the pads of his finger tips that graze your flesh, to the way he starts pushing back with his hips as far as his restraints will allow. Even the cadence of his moans into the bed beneath him, the air around him -- listen close and you'll find yourself there.
He loves you so much, he's willing to lay himself down at your feet, crumpled and torn, unmade by your hands.
Take him apart, break him down, make him forget he is anything else but yours. ]
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He's reaching for you again, from the pads of his finger tips that graze your flesh, to the way he starts pushing back with his hips as far as his restraints will allow. Even the cadence of his moans into the bed beneath him, the air around him -- listen close and you'll find yourself there.
He loves you so much, he's willing to lay himself down at your feet, crumpled and torn, unmade by your hands.
Take him apart, break him down, make him forget he is anything else but yours. ]