[ He's going to meet his lips to yours, even if he can't quite get enough air into him. You'll feel the way his chest expands and falls, the intake and exhale of oxygen a little too erratic.
Those are his fingers tangling with yours, and him shifting, as best as he can without jarring you from where you are lying against him so that you can use his bicep as your pillow. He doesn't want to pull away from you yet. He needs the feel of you against/around him still. ]
Hey, [ that's whispered against your lips, a smile tugging at the corners as his tongue teases yours. ]
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Those are his fingers tangling with yours, and him shifting, as best as he can without jarring you from where you are lying against him so that you can use his bicep as your pillow. He doesn't want to pull away from you yet. He needs the feel of you against/around him still. ]
Hey, [ that's whispered against your lips, a smile tugging at the corners as his tongue teases yours. ]