[ And how is he supposed to relax like this? Everything in your touch is soothing and comforting, but the heat of the oil is spreading wherever your fingers go, making him hyper-aware of the warmth of your body and the feel of your fingers on his skin. It is also magnifying just how good you're making him feel, which subsequently goes straight to his gut, stoking up the fire of lust in his belly --
-- which only grows worse once you're going up the ridges of his spine, so much so that this one has started to quiver in earnest. The room is starting to feel so large and so suffocating now, like its walls are gradually closing in; it's getting harder for him to breathe by the second.
A slight shift from this one, as he's sinking his forehead into his arm. The gasp of his breath is partially muffled by the cushion and by his own skin. ]
no subject
-- which only grows worse once you're going up the ridges of his spine, so much so that this one has started to quiver in earnest. The room is starting to feel so large and so suffocating now, like its walls are gradually closing in; it's getting harder for him to breathe by the second.
A slight shift from this one, as he's sinking his forehead into his arm. The gasp of his breath is partially muffled by the cushion and by his own skin. ]