[He's pliant in your grip, and very firmly fixes his gaze on your face against his better instincts. Your hands have always felt good on him, and the fact that his body's still humming from your latest fuck only aggravates that for him. As such, what he can't stop is the raggedness of his breath, nor the subtle shiver of muscle under the skin beneath your fingertips.
You've robbed him of his voice, it seems, because he's hanging on your every movement and every word. That includes, of course, waiting on everything in between.]
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You've robbed him of his voice, it seems, because he's hanging on your every movement and every word. That includes, of course, waiting on everything in between.]