[He does notice, at least partially: it's hard to latch on to much of anything when your body is out to betray you, and the sex-stained moments that occurred only seconds ago are still way too fresh.
The room is quiet save for the shudder of his breath in his lungs, and whatever quiet noises you're making on your own end. His gaze is following your progress as best as he can, but he isn't even wondering what you're doing - you've worn him down far too much for him to care. What thoughts there are in his head, they're only of you and that small, desperate hope that you'll come back down to where you've left him soon.
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The room is quiet save for the shudder of his breath in his lungs, and whatever quiet noises you're making on your own end. His gaze is following your progress as best as he can, but he isn't even wondering what you're doing - you've worn him down far too much for him to care. What thoughts there are in his head, they're only of you and that small, desperate hope that you'll come back down to where you've left him soon.
Whatever you do next doesn't matter. He's yours.]