[ The teeth at his throat leave a sting behind, but that just adds to the dark pleasure pulsing through him right now. He’s caught in this position, bent beneath Claude as he leans down and pins him in place with his hands and the press of his own body.
The thrusts deep inside him are still torturously too slow, but they’re deep and angled to perfectly rub against that sensitive bundle of nerves with each thrust in and the withdrawal in reverse. It’s intense and endless and each rock of Claude’s hips has his body jolting at the stimulation, shuddering and clenching around the man’s length, his own pleasure burning higher and hotter as it builds, but it always skates just shy of too much, too close, leaving him simmering in frustration and the need for more the longer it builds.
He can’t think, can’t focus on anything beyond the next rock of Claude’s hips, giving a keening whine when he pulls out again, even if it’s immediately followed by another returning thrust. His fingers curl into fists above him where they’re pinned against the pillow, his entire body taut and trembling now, his breathing a ragged gasp that is definitely Claude’s name in between those broken moans that slip freely now.
The sound of his own name moaned against his skin is heard, but doesn’t sink in deeper than that other than sending a thrill along his nerves. He purposefully clenches around Claude’s cock on the next thrust, encouraging him to go deeper, take more, take him, even as gives up resisting the struggle that had started this.
Or maybe he’s just forgotten it by now, because Claude is slowly but surely driving him completely mad. ]
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The thrusts deep inside him are still torturously too slow, but they’re deep and angled to perfectly rub against that sensitive bundle of nerves with each thrust in and the withdrawal in reverse. It’s intense and endless and each rock of Claude’s hips has his body jolting at the stimulation, shuddering and clenching around the man’s length, his own pleasure burning higher and hotter as it builds, but it always skates just shy of too much, too close, leaving him simmering in frustration and the need for more the longer it builds.
He can’t think, can’t focus on anything beyond the next rock of Claude’s hips, giving a keening whine when he pulls out again, even if it’s immediately followed by another returning thrust. His fingers curl into fists above him where they’re pinned against the pillow, his entire body taut and trembling now, his breathing a ragged gasp that is definitely Claude’s name in between those broken moans that slip freely now.
The sound of his own name moaned against his skin is heard, but doesn’t sink in deeper than that other than sending a thrill along his nerves. He purposefully clenches around Claude’s cock on the next thrust, encouraging him to go deeper, take more, take him, even as gives up resisting the struggle that had started this.
Or maybe he’s just forgotten it by now, because Claude is slowly but surely driving him completely mad. ]
Fuck. Claude. Please!