[ Just the mere touch of your lips and simple circle of your thumbs sends another wave of lust rushing through his system, and it's nearly enough to drag him under.
He shakes his head vehemently at that, even as a whimper's crawling its way past his throat, tapering out into the a breathless moan. He isn't looking at you again, because he's sure that given the state that he's in, all it'll take is the sight of you looking back down at him to ruin him.
Not letting go is sure to hurt him, though. You'll be able to see that for yourself plain as day, given the way that your boy is trembling beneath you, muscles coiled and tight underneath tingling, impossibly heated skin. The sheen of sweat is mingling with the oil you've rubbed him down with: a result, no doubt, of the effort he's putting into trying not to lose it and inevitably failing. ]
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He shakes his head vehemently at that, even as a whimper's crawling its way past his throat, tapering out into the a breathless moan. He isn't looking at you again, because he's sure that given the state that he's in, all it'll take is the sight of you looking back down at him to ruin him.
Not letting go is sure to hurt him, though. You'll be able to see that for yourself plain as day, given the way that your boy is trembling beneath you, muscles coiled and tight underneath tingling, impossibly heated skin. The sheen of sweat is mingling with the oil you've rubbed him down with: a result, no doubt, of the effort he's putting into trying not to lose it and inevitably failing. ]