[ He's pliant in your grip throughout that, gaze shifting first to where you've drawn his hands and then later towards the quick work you've made of his clothes. He's fighting for calm, because the need is starting to claw at his insides and his lungs are starting to feel like they're on fire. As such, while he knows that he ought to help you out of his clothes, it's incredibly hard for him to focus on that task.
No, he won't be able to stop the way his expression breaks a little at your words, nor will he be able to stop the small noise of protest that hums out from behind his lips and how he's pressed them tightly together. ]
Then...?
[ Please tell him what to do. He's yielded to you: every little gesture he's making now - every slight shift - and the note in his voice plus the look in his eyes all point towards submission. ]
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No, he won't be able to stop the way his expression breaks a little at your words, nor will he be able to stop the small noise of protest that hums out from behind his lips and how he's pressed them tightly together. ]
Then...?
[ Please tell him what to do. He's yielded to you: every little gesture he's making now - every slight shift - and the note in his voice plus the look in his eyes all point towards submission. ]