[ There's a breath leaving him and a shudder moving over his skin as he hangs his head, teeth catching on his lower lip. He remembers, all too well, the events from last night. The scratch of your nails over his skin, the pressure of your lips and the bite of your teeth on his flesh. Pain, he's realized, can be pleasure as well.
It's this contrast to the way you usually handle him that makes him shiver. He loves the care you take when you find yourselves getting lost in each other, no doubt about that. But the high is exquisite -- there's no other word for it. Through the haze of you taking him over and over, that's the only thing he could think of when he moaned out your name. ]
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It's this contrast to the way you usually handle him that makes him shiver. He loves the care you take when you find yourselves getting lost in each other, no doubt about that. But the high is exquisite -- there's no other word for it. Through the haze of you taking him over and over, that's the only thing he could think of when he moaned out your name. ]