[And he ends up filling the air with the gasp of his breath, and nearly each gulp of air that he takes in ends in a strangled sigh of pleasure. He's arched against your body, spread wide open both by choice and because of the way you're holding him against you, and his skin is hot underneath your touch. He's trembling because it's becoming near impossible for his body - hardened as it is by the lives he's lead, and the strength he possesses - can't handle the magnitude of the dark desire you're working up in him.
It's difficult stringing words together for him all over again. As such, the response you get is a half-broken, half-tight noise from his throat, and a nod. His hands, in the meantime, are covering your length as best as they can. Those fingers are working at working you up.
You're battering him with affection and bringing him down with kindness. He couldn't ask for anything better than this --
-- that is, with the exception of how you're going to pry him open, push yourself in deep, and bring the two of you so close together that it'll be an impossible task, figuring out where you end and he begins.]
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It's difficult stringing words together for him all over again. As such, the response you get is a half-broken, half-tight noise from his throat, and a nod. His hands, in the meantime, are covering your length as best as they can. Those fingers are working at working you up.
You're battering him with affection and bringing him down with kindness. He couldn't ask for anything better than this --
-- that is, with the exception of how you're going to pry him open, push yourself in deep, and bring the two of you so close together that it'll be an impossible task, figuring out where you end and he begins.]