He leans on your shoulders and squirms, biting his lip and shaking helplessly to keep from begging as he feels your mouth on him, drawing slowly. He can't control the sounds he makes, though, gasping and helpless as your tongue traces against his skin and he feels your lips tighten.

He stops biting his lip to gasp, and the words spill out of his mouth even as his thighs shake. "Please!" he chokes, his nails digging slightly into your shoulders--and he knows this will shake him, drag him to the edge, but he can't stop himself from asking-- "Please, your fingers, I need--"