His muscles quiver beneath her featherlight touch, and he whimpers deep and low in his throat. His eyes lock with hers, captivated, his whole body alight with heat from the way she looks at him and only him.
When her thumb brushes his lip, he nibbles lightly at it, then he makes sounds both pleased and frustrated at the way she retreats down, down, down--so close, so desperately close.
"Y-yes, my queen," he says breathily. "I'll be a good boy. For you."
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Date: 2024-12-21 02:38 am (UTC)When her thumb brushes his lip, he nibbles lightly at it, then he makes sounds both pleased and frustrated at the way she retreats down, down, down--so close, so desperately close.
"Y-yes, my queen," he says breathily. "I'll be a good boy. For you."