[ You shift down and his eyes follow your progress, even as his breath is starting to taper out into tiny little sobs that are a mix of desperation, need, pleasure and protest all at once.
If that was the desired effect that you were going for with these terrible ministrations, you're getting it and then some. Your boy, you see, is rapidly being pushed too far and too soon, leaving him incapable of doing much else but unfold beneath your fingertips and lose himself a little more at each turn. His hands are clenched tight now, see, and his hips are bucking, digging back into the cushion, pushing up towards your thumbs. He's also writhing yet again in earnest, pressing the side of his face - flushed cheek, panting lips shaped in a trembling moan and all - against the cushion.
This is bad. He could very easily end up coming in spite of the fact that he really doesn't want to. ]
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If that was the desired effect that you were going for with these terrible ministrations, you're getting it and then some. Your boy, you see, is rapidly being pushed too far and too soon, leaving him incapable of doing much else but unfold beneath your fingertips and lose himself a little more at each turn. His hands are clenched tight now, see, and his hips are bucking, digging back into the cushion, pushing up towards your thumbs. He's also writhing yet again in earnest, pressing the side of his face - flushed cheek, panting lips shaped in a trembling moan and all - against the cushion.
This is bad. He could very easily end up coming in spite of the fact that he really doesn't want to. ]