His head falls back, mouth working silently as your fingers temporarily strip thought from his mind. His hips move softly in answer to yours, thick thighs flexing.
"Well...that's...okay then," he says, after a few more minutes of this, by which point he's come back up to full hard - say what you want about its aphrodesiac properties, of which there are many, but partial suffocation does affect bloodflow, it's a medical fact - and he's twitching in your arms, wondering why he was thinking it was a better plan to take care of this himself. Your plan is far better.
He tries for coherence, fingers raking through your hair to grip and hold, press your mouth to his chest, and he gasps as he does so.
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Date: 2012-11-26 11:56 pm (UTC)His head falls back, mouth working silently as your fingers temporarily strip thought from his mind. His hips move softly in answer to yours, thick thighs flexing.
"Well...that's...okay then," he says, after a few more minutes of this, by which point he's come back up to full hard - say what you want about its aphrodesiac properties, of which there are many, but partial suffocation does affect bloodflow, it's a medical fact - and he's twitching in your arms, wondering why he was thinking it was a better plan to take care of this himself. Your plan is far better.
He tries for coherence, fingers raking through your hair to grip and hold, press your mouth to his chest, and he gasps as he does so.
"That feels...Shingo, that feels very.
"Mmmgh."
Pretty complex sentence, all things considered.