[Definitely not enough clothes to navigate these waters, yet also too many. A sigh flutters from his lips that wants to be more but doesn't quite manage to slip past his defences as his blood rushes straight to his cock, coming to full hardness under his master's hand despite the fabric that kept it constrained.
Prakhumash is such a simple sentiment but it makes his cock twitch.
He lets go of the control he was exerting to stop the little noises, hums of pleasure and warm sighs that only just mix with the slightest edge of pain as nails press against his skin.
The press of their bodies together was another surprise, his mind spins again, unable to think past how hot and hard he feels even with their clothes between them.]
Oh, [He sounds comically innocent and shocked even to his own ears as his hands come to rest on his masters waist, still torn between propriety (or fear) and his own desire, and wondering too what it would feel like to surrender entirely to his mercy in this way.] I just. I want. [He tries, though it is a struggle to force the words out in sentences that make any amount of sense.] I just want to touch you. Taste you. Learn every inch of this form you will allow me to. [And maybe melt into the floor from shame after, if that was okay.]
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Prakhumash is such a simple sentiment but it makes his cock twitch.
He lets go of the control he was exerting to stop the little noises, hums of pleasure and warm sighs that only just mix with the slightest edge of pain as nails press against his skin.
The press of their bodies together was another surprise, his mind spins again, unable to think past how hot and hard he feels even with their clothes between them.]
Oh, [He sounds comically innocent and shocked even to his own ears as his hands come to rest on his masters waist, still torn between propriety (or fear) and his own desire, and wondering too what it would feel like to surrender entirely to his mercy in this way.] I just. I want. [He tries, though it is a struggle to force the words out in sentences that make any amount of sense.] I just want to touch you. Taste you. Learn every inch of this form you will allow me to. [And maybe melt into the floor from shame after, if that was okay.]