Oh, God-- [ those words are practically ripped from his lips as he shifts to curl around you. He bites down harder on the flesh at your shoulder, hard enough to bruise and he trembles because he knows those bites are coming short of breaking skin. He does press kisses after though, his tongue chasing the faint indentations left by his teeth as he lets out a low, strangled sound from deep in his chest.
His grip on the sheets is also slipping, and his hips are bucking with less finesse because the movement of your ass against the length of him, tight as you are around him is making breathing more difficult and thinking even more so.
It's all instinct now. You feel so gloriously tight, so unbelievably warm, so painfully good that he needs -- and wants -- more; and those delicious sounds that you're making are only making the ache worse.
Forgive him, love, if the grip that comes around your length is not gentle at all, if his fingers are trembling with need even as he palms/strokes/squeezes. ]
Hikaru-- nngh.
[ That's whispered pleadingly just right beneath your ear. ]
it works either way <3 also late /)(\
His grip on the sheets is also slipping, and his hips are bucking with less finesse because the movement of your ass against the length of him, tight as you are around him is making breathing more difficult and thinking even more so.
It's all instinct now. You feel so gloriously tight, so unbelievably warm, so painfully good that he needs -- and wants -- more; and those delicious sounds that you're making are only making the ache worse.
Forgive him, love, if the grip that comes around your length is not gentle at all, if his fingers are trembling with need even as he palms/strokes/squeezes. ]
Hikaru-- nngh.
[ That's whispered pleadingly just right beneath your ear. ]