[it's all he can do to keep from bucking and hitting Grey in the face, and the effort to keep still is plain on his flustered expression. resolve waxes and wanes like the rise and fall of his chest and the clenching of his stomach, toes curling in the air as another shuddering surge brings him tantalizingly close, but still agonizingly far away. he whimpers amidst his squirming, prying a hand off the bed to press against his ruddy face, both out of flustered embarrassment and a need to have a second point of sensory input that isn't driving him wild. an anchor of some kind before he loses it completely.]
Hh, harder... [his hips roll against the stroke of fingers.] Grip harder, I can't take it--! [the teasing! he's gonna go crazy.]
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Hh, harder... [his hips roll against the stroke of fingers.] Grip harder, I can't take it--! [the teasing! he's gonna go crazy.]