[ And of course he's imagining that hand going higher, riding up his skin towards --
-- anyway. Your boy's looking up now, through the fringe of his hair (disheveled as it now is, much like the rest of him), and it's all he can do to not lick his lips at the sight of you above him, still clothed, still as painfully handsome as you were hours previous during the fete.
Quietly following your request, which leaves him spread out with his wrists against that arm and hands turned upward, gaze averted yet again, cock standing at attention, still breathing like his lungs are slowly but surely closing up on him from the inside. ]
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-- anyway. Your boy's looking up now, through the fringe of his hair (disheveled as it now is, much like the rest of him), and it's all he can do to not lick his lips at the sight of you above him, still clothed, still as painfully handsome as you were hours previous during the fete.
Quietly following your request, which leaves him spread out with his wrists against that arm and hands turned upward, gaze averted yet again, cock standing at attention, still breathing like his lungs are slowly but surely closing up on him from the inside. ]