[—you feel like you need to come more than you want to please me.
Never. He never wants anything to overcome that desire to please this man, but even as he vows it internally to himself, a high pulse of vibration from the toy nested inside of him shocks him into mental silence — no thought crosses his mind for those throbbing seconds after. He rubs his thighs together for some friction against his cock through fabric, attention to his surroundings beginning to slip like a blur of water across eyes. Or perhaps those are real tears gathered in the filament of dark lashes from the strain.
A slight roll of movement puts him halfway on his back, and — Sasuke swallows a gasp as the toy inside of him shifts right up against that tender bundle of nerves deep in, prostate sparking an unbearable wave of pleasure that takes him to the brink of self-composure. He reins himself against it, and fails, dwelling on that whispered promise a moment too long.
Humiliatingly, Sasuke feels orgasm spill out of him in a rush, soaking clothes. He cries out, bitten, and then tries to sit bolt upright with a terrified look around them to ensure he wasn't seen, fear and shame washing out any desire to bask in the warmth after.]
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Never. He never wants anything to overcome that desire to please this man, but even as he vows it internally to himself, a high pulse of vibration from the toy nested inside of him shocks him into mental silence — no thought crosses his mind for those throbbing seconds after. He rubs his thighs together for some friction against his cock through fabric, attention to his surroundings beginning to slip like a blur of water across eyes. Or perhaps those are real tears gathered in the filament of dark lashes from the strain.
A slight roll of movement puts him halfway on his back, and — Sasuke swallows a gasp as the toy inside of him shifts right up against that tender bundle of nerves deep in, prostate sparking an unbearable wave of pleasure that takes him to the brink of self-composure. He reins himself against it, and fails, dwelling on that whispered promise a moment too long.
Humiliatingly, Sasuke feels orgasm spill out of him in a rush, soaking clothes. He cries out, bitten, and then tries to sit bolt upright with a terrified look around them to ensure he wasn't seen, fear and shame washing out any desire to bask in the warmth after.]