[ Perhaps it's impatience mingled in with so much need, but he's attempting to turn his head to where your voice is once he's snapped out of the lull your silence settled him in.
The fact that you're telling him all this while offering no relief is starting to shred at his composure, because you've reminded him so well of how you fit in him last night, of how you practically pushed all the air from his lungs with each thrust, leaving him craving for your lips and the chance to breathe in the oxygen that you could offer.
Forgive him, if he slips on those sheets a little -- just a little -- because he's doing his best to recover. He can feel the trickle of cum down the side of his erect cock, is now intimately familiar with the tremors that are crawling through him. The room feels larger now, too large, and your presence is the only thing anchoring him in place. Every single inch of him is tense because he's holding back, somehow having forgotten that he doesn't need your permission to cum -- or does he? He's gotten so lost in this exercise and has latched onto the hope that you'll just take him.
Your boy is trembling now, Hikaru. Lips parted and dry, tension lining his shoulders, pulling taut the muscles of his stomach, a bead of sweat sliding down from his temple to follow the line of his jaw. ]
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The fact that you're telling him all this while offering no relief is starting to shred at his composure, because you've reminded him so well of how you fit in him last night, of how you practically pushed all the air from his lungs with each thrust, leaving him craving for your lips and the chance to breathe in the oxygen that you could offer.
Forgive him, if he slips on those sheets a little -- just a little -- because he's doing his best to recover. He can feel the trickle of cum down the side of his erect cock, is now intimately familiar with the tremors that are crawling through him. The room feels larger now, too large, and your presence is the only thing anchoring him in place. Every single inch of him is tense because he's holding back, somehow having forgotten that he doesn't need your permission to cum -- or does he? He's gotten so lost in this exercise and has latched onto the hope that you'll just take him.
Your boy is trembling now, Hikaru. Lips parted and dry, tension lining his shoulders, pulling taut the muscles of his stomach, a bead of sweat sliding down from his temple to follow the line of his jaw. ]