[ These are the little things you'll pick up in that minute that you've left him to wait ( the same minute that stretches long enough that his thoughts start racing because he knows you're there, he's even turned his head just a fraction to listen better to the sound of you breathing because his skin is humming with the need of your hands on him ): the muscles beneath his flesh shift and flex, as if he's attempting to adjust the distribution of his weight on his knees without moving too much. Each intake of breath is also shallower than the last, as if with each second passing he's forgetting how to breathe at a steady pace, anticipation building.
It's not impatience. He knows -- he trusts -- that you'll touch him eventually, but the silence yawns all around and the room, given that he's closed his eyes, suddenly seems so large. In the last few seconds before you come close, you'll note how he's shifting his grip on that bedpost, as if the way he'd been holding it has only added to the tension along his arms.
When you finally come close, it will be impossible for him to hold back the exhale of relief to feel your warmth close to him. And he's leaning into your touch and parting his lips wider to let you hook your fingers over his tongue.
That's a failed attempt at him swallowing, by the way, because it feels like his throat has gone dry even as he is hyper-aware of the way his tongue moves just beneath the pads of your fingertips.
You could gag him, the way you did last night. But he'll obey. He'll do precisely as you've asked. ]
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It's not impatience. He knows -- he trusts -- that you'll touch him eventually, but the silence yawns all around and the room, given that he's closed his eyes, suddenly seems so large. In the last few seconds before you come close, you'll note how he's shifting his grip on that bedpost, as if the way he'd been holding it has only added to the tension along his arms.
When you finally come close, it will be impossible for him to hold back the exhale of relief to feel your warmth close to him. And he's leaning into your touch and parting his lips wider to let you hook your fingers over his tongue.
That's a failed attempt at him swallowing, by the way, because it feels like his throat has gone dry even as he is hyper-aware of the way his tongue moves just beneath the pads of your fingertips.
You could gag him, the way you did last night. But he'll obey. He'll do precisely as you've asked. ]