[ And here is what you are going to get, since you are out to indulge your curiosity: your boy quivering a little more underneath your body, as if you the entirety of him was a string on an instrument that you've decided to pluck at idly, without any real rhyme or rhythm. The tight clench of his bound hands, and the way their knuckles are rapidly turning white from the strain. The raggedness of his breath, as his lungs fail to still the way the air shudders through them with each pass of your teeth. The tiniest whimpers that make it past his lips as the oil does quick work of his sanity.
He's tensed up to a near painful degree now, because he's torn between trying to urge you on and trying to get away. All of this is simultaneously not enough and too much. ]
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He's tensed up to a near painful degree now, because he's torn between trying to urge you on and trying to get away. All of this is simultaneously not enough and too much. ]