"Soon..." he echoes, as though hypnotized. Perhaps he is. His eyes fall shut again and he lets himself drop fully into delirium, every maddeningly light stroke against that point deep inside of him unwinding him further, desire growing hotter and hotter. A second finger fills him further and he gives a quiet, breathless cry, fists bunching the coverlet beneath him.
His mind falls into a kind of waking oblivion where he can only moan, thoughts fleeing. The desperate rolling of his hips stops and he lets himself be moved by the other's hand.
He is completely subsumed, now, pliant and defenceless.
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Date: 2022-04-15 01:02 am (UTC)His mind falls into a kind of waking oblivion where he can only moan, thoughts fleeing. The desperate rolling of his hips stops and he lets himself be moved by the other's hand.
He is completely subsumed, now, pliant and defenceless.