[ By the time you've gotten around to fucking him with too fingers, the cadence of his breathing had changed. It had shifted to something lower and heavier with his building need, and every bit of air that he drew almost always tapered out into a moan. That later devolved into an earnest cry of pleasure intermingled with need the moment you started sucking him off again.
There is an earnest protest written out somewhere in the way his mind opens to yours. You've rendered him near speechless with all of this, see, leaving him incapable of responding to your statement in any other way. Each fresh wave of pleasure leaves him quivering apart a bit more in the aftermath, and there's little left for him to do but buck his hips up towards your mouth, cry out/whimper into the pillow, and hold tight to the cord that you've lashed his wrists with.
It won't be long now. He's full, hot, hard, and throbbing against your tongue/between your lips. ]
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There is an earnest protest written out somewhere in the way his mind opens to yours. You've rendered him near speechless with all of this, see, leaving him incapable of responding to your statement in any other way. Each fresh wave of pleasure leaves him quivering apart a bit more in the aftermath, and there's little left for him to do but buck his hips up towards your mouth, cry out/whimper into the pillow, and hold tight to the cord that you've lashed his wrists with.
It won't be long now. He's full, hot, hard, and throbbing against your tongue/between your lips. ]