[He bites down hard on his lip, tearing his eyes away from Adrian's hand for a minute before making himself look again. He kind of liked that, he discovers, the being-made-to thing. It's sort of dirty that way, but just a little bit. Just enough to add a little edge of embarrassment to the things he's feeling, woven through them in a way that leaves him feeling good and sharp in a way he can't quite explain.
It's pretty crazy that he's this worked up over a fairly basic handjob, but he supposes Adrian just has that sort of effect on him. Maybe they have that effect on each other. Maybe he'll think more about it at a time when he can't feel Adrian's renewed hardness nudging at his ass while he works him up so expertly.]
You sure you're not a, a succubus or something...
[Shit. His resolve is breaking fast, and he sags backward against Adrian without protest, focusing all of his attention on the rhythm and the effort it takes to buck his hips, chasing after his impending climax.
It won't be long now. He's starting to shake; his thighs are quivering. If Adrian weren't here supporting him, hell, he might've stumbled by now, but god, he's so close.]
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It's pretty crazy that he's this worked up over a fairly basic handjob, but he supposes Adrian just has that sort of effect on him. Maybe they have that effect on each other. Maybe he'll think more about it at a time when he can't feel Adrian's renewed hardness nudging at his ass while he works him up so expertly.]
You sure you're not a, a succubus or something...
[Shit. His resolve is breaking fast, and he sags backward against Adrian without protest, focusing all of his attention on the rhythm and the effort it takes to buck his hips, chasing after his impending climax.
It won't be long now. He's starting to shake; his thighs are quivering. If Adrian weren't here supporting him, hell, he might've stumbled by now, but god, he's so close.]