[ Coming down from the high, it takes longer than he would have anticipated, but he's still drifting slowly back down. His eye still rolled up into his head, his body still arched, his hair has already gone askew over his forehead, and he blinked, winding fingers in the sheets as he comes back to himself, but it's so slowly. His chest heaves, his leg slowly drifts down from his shoulders, and he finally turns his eyes toward him, watching him.
There he is, hovering over him, staring down at him. He's flushed, and messy, and all of that careful control has already slipped through his fingertips. He can't gather it back up, that control, it's like sand in between his fingertips, slipping away.
Mouth parted, he watches him with lewd attention, too-focused, like he's half-mesmerized by the sight of him coming apart over him. He has him on his tongue, and he's stroking himself, saying his name and β ]
Come on. [ He hissed, reaching up to run fingers against his temple, brushing bangs out of his face. He tries to push himself up on his other shaky elbow, leaning up to scrape teeth and tongue against his lips. It's lewd, tasting himself on him, but he does it anyway. ] Leave a mess.
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There he is, hovering over him, staring down at him. He's flushed, and messy, and all of that careful control has already slipped through his fingertips. He can't gather it back up, that control, it's like sand in between his fingertips, slipping away.
Mouth parted, he watches him with lewd attention, too-focused, like he's half-mesmerized by the sight of him coming apart over him. He has him on his tongue, and he's stroking himself, saying his name and β ]
Come on. [ He hissed, reaching up to run fingers against his temple, brushing bangs out of his face. He tries to push himself up on his other shaky elbow, leaning up to scrape teeth and tongue against his lips. It's lewd, tasting himself on him, but he does it anyway. ] Leave a mess.
[ On me hangs in the air between them. ]