[The delicious contrast between who firmly you're holding him/the decisiveness of every one of your gestures and what you're saying to him is going quite a ways towards working him up. No, he's never experienced this kind of relationship before. He's never been given the privilege of surrendering without really surrendering, and meeting someone he loves near perfectly halfway.

He swallows in a valiant attempt to get enough air to steady himself just enough to respond the way he wants to. It works, to a point.]

Then get me off, then get me hard all over again so that you can fuck me properly. Fuck me the way that you want to. Go in deep, go in hard.

[That's murmured against your skin, and you'll probably see the look he sends you through the fringe of his sweat-drenched hair.]