[He's up to three fingers by now, more than enough, and the way you're arching against him, straining against the angle of his wrist, is almost enough to make him want to just keep fingering you until you come, caught up in the loveliness that is your need]

[but, well, then there's his own, and that's a whole other part of his mind, the ache he's all too unfamiliar with, the impulse and the want that he usually just wills away, or into submission. he's a man of control, despite the public appearance he puts on. he usually doesn't let himself go like this.]

[he tugs his hand free, making a soft, deep whimper as he does. gripping you by the hips he lifts. the balance against the wall is difficult - the floor's still slick - and for a moment your push and his lift aren't counterbalanced right and the whole thing nearly collapses back down to simply standing.]

[then he grabs one of your shins, yanking your leg open to the side, opening you to him and hooking your heel against the small of his back, giving you both leverage]

[and your hands on his cock help him to aim, while his hands are occupied at your hips, holding you just below the waist, supporting your weight near entire]

[and then he tips forward just a bit, lowering you down, and the muscles in his arms are bulged tight and hard as he uses his strength, carefully lowering you by degrees, maintaining control even when his head slips in past your ring and all the breath leaves him in one whoosh]

Nnn...nnhhhhaaa....

[his chin tucks down, teeth gritted, eyes shut and brow furrowed down, every aspect of him concentrating on this]

[his heart's going a million miles an hour and if he opened his mouth to speak he thinks he might scream.]