[That first move has your boy positively writhing against you, and whimpering out a wordless protest since really, the ability to Words is in the habit, at the moment, of eluding him entirely.
That next move has him arching and has those hips bucking upward all over again, like that single press is enough to drive the air from his lungs. (It is, because it's doing nothing but reminding him of the way you feel when you're in there, and how you're not there yet.)
He finds himself thinking, rather distractedly, how amazing it is how you can be so perfectly cruel in how good you're being to him right now.]
Nn...
[And then there is that sound and then some for you to study, because they're that much louder, and much more desperate.]
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That next move has him arching and has those hips bucking upward all over again, like that single press is enough to drive the air from his lungs. (It is, because it's doing nothing but reminding him of the way you feel when you're in there, and how you're not there yet.)
He finds himself thinking, rather distractedly, how amazing it is how you can be so perfectly cruel in how good you're being to him right now.]
Nn...
[And then there is that sound and then some for you to study, because they're that much louder, and much more desperate.]