[ He obeys without protest, even as the motions make him tremble. It's difficult to move with a sense of grace when he's as turned on as he is.
His eyes falter from yours only a moment and then he's lifting them back to look into yours.
No words, just the unspoken cues of anticipation in the way the muscles of his stomach flex, the sudden shallow quality of his breath, and the way his tongue chases the dryness on his lips. ]
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His eyes falter from yours only a moment and then he's lifting them back to look into yours.
No words, just the unspoken cues of anticipation in the way the muscles of his stomach flex, the sudden shallow quality of his breath, and the way his tongue chases the dryness on his lips. ]