[It might be difficult to tell which one of you is quivering between the two of you, at least until your cock hits his prostrate for the first time and he moans in a way that he's never moaned before. A new tremor wracks his spine at that point, making him writhe anew, making him press his bruised skin closer to your mouth and try to bring the rest of him as close to your body as he can possibly go given the way that you're pinning him in place.
You've smudged everything out of his eyes but the image/thought/feel of you: that much will become obvious every time he actually manages to keep his eyes open long enough for you to look into them. All distress and discomfort has left his voice, and the only thing you'll hear now is how each breath he draws is a sob with your name on it, and a whining, wordless plea for you to go harder and deeper into him. It's matched by how he strains in your grip, and how the jerk of his hips matches the twitch of his hardening cock.]
God, Josh... please...!
[You've pushed him back into using his country's native tongue, because it's the one closest to his heart and wound together with his instincts. This moment is all about heart and instinct now, isn't it?]
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You've smudged everything out of his eyes but the image/thought/feel of you: that much will become obvious every time he actually manages to keep his eyes open long enough for you to look into them. All distress and discomfort has left his voice, and the only thing you'll hear now is how each breath he draws is a sob with your name on it, and a whining, wordless plea for you to go harder and deeper into him. It's matched by how he strains in your grip, and how the jerk of his hips matches the twitch of his hardening cock.]
God, Josh... please...!
[You've pushed him back into using his country's native tongue, because it's the one closest to his heart and wound together with his instincts. This moment is all about heart and instinct now, isn't it?]