[ He trembles from his scalp right down to the end of his spine at the push of your fingers against his skull, and doesn't manage to suppress the small whimper that leaves his lips the moment he feels your teeth teasing at the delicate skin of his ear.
There's a long pause from this one's end before he's pushing himself up and turning, like you asked him. Once he's settling back on the cushion, though, he's swallowing, and turning his face to one side, eyes catching your face then ultimately sliding away.
Is he blushing? Yes. He's also quivering in earnest now, fingers clenching against the cushion, toes curling over the top, lips panting into the air between the two of you. His knees are drawing up ever so slightly, limbs shifting in a futile attempt at dispelling that uncomfortable and hard knot of lust between his legs, stomach caving, muscles flexing underneath heated flesh, his body a tense line that's right about ready to snap underneath the right amount of pressure. The oil, by now, has done its magic, and has made quick work out of shredding his composure to shreds. ]
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There's a long pause from this one's end before he's pushing himself up and turning, like you asked him. Once he's settling back on the cushion, though, he's swallowing, and turning his face to one side, eyes catching your face then ultimately sliding away.
Is he blushing? Yes. He's also quivering in earnest now, fingers clenching against the cushion, toes curling over the top, lips panting into the air between the two of you. His knees are drawing up ever so slightly, limbs shifting in a futile attempt at dispelling that uncomfortable and hard knot of lust between his legs, stomach caving, muscles flexing underneath heated flesh, his body a tense line that's right about ready to snap underneath the right amount of pressure. The oil, by now, has done its magic, and has made quick work out of shredding his composure to shreds. ]