[ He picks up the scent from that pipe of yours and turns his face to one side to slide a sleepy look your way. Godfuckingdammit. You're so beautiful like this, it cuts as surely as a knife to his insides. One he'd gladly help you slide in.
Closing his eyes again, the shift in his breathing close enough to a sigh that borders tentatively on the sound he swallows down. He can still remember the way you were above him, driving him on as you filled him up in a way he's wanted for some time now.
He doesn't bother to hide the way his fingers curl into the covers. With your heightened senses, you'd have already known that he was awake.
Face back into that pillow then. Lying on his stomach is going to get terribly uncomfortable real quick, but he would rather not move if it means making his sudden morning hard-on worse. ]
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Closing his eyes again, the shift in his breathing close enough to a sigh that borders tentatively on the sound he swallows down. He can still remember the way you were above him, driving him on as you filled him up in a way he's wanted for some time now.
He doesn't bother to hide the way his fingers curl into the covers. With your heightened senses, you'd have already known that he was awake.
Face back into that pillow then. Lying on his stomach is going to get terribly uncomfortable real quick, but he would rather not move if it means making his sudden morning hard-on worse. ]