[There should be a much better response to that beyond a soft expletive in the air, a quiver, and the entirety of him buckling against your body and the hand that you have on him. He shuts his eyes because he can't help himself: looking at your face is dangerous, but looking anywhere else (read: at what you're doing to him) will ruin him.
His hands are clenching from where they are at your neck, and you'll probably be able to feel that together with the tension running down the length of your boy's arms. He almost wishes you'd just keep kissing him to keep him quiet, or gag him --
-- And he really, really shouldn't have thought of that. How did you get so horribly good at overwhelming him, and making him perfectly fine with being so utterly exposed, with thinking that it would be wonderful to let you ruin him?]
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His hands are clenching from where they are at your neck, and you'll probably be able to feel that together with the tension running down the length of your boy's arms. He almost wishes you'd just keep kissing him to keep him quiet, or gag him --
-- And he really, really shouldn't have thought of that. How did you get so horribly good at overwhelming him, and making him perfectly fine with being so utterly exposed, with thinking that it would be wonderful to let you ruin him?]