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[He teases your cock with a few simple, easy strokes, before his hand slides away and up, over your chest, to your shoulder, curling over to support himself sitting up, eyes not leaving yours]

[presses the lube into your hand and pushes you back down gently, his cock pressed to your belly as he leans over you, nipping at your mouth]

[uncapping the lube, then, biting at your lips with a low, hungry hum, and spilling the liquid onto his fingers. rubbing digits together to warm and spread the cool liquid, he slides damp fingers down the back of your thighs, teasing over and sliding on your entrance, circling without actually pressing inside]

Don't tease. [his voice a soft gasp as his back arches and he pushes down, ducking his head so you can't see his face]

Maybe I'm just taking it slow. [his index finger slides inside, though, as if in acquiescence, curling and flexing inside you]

[bites at your collarbone and struggles not to melt against you, arching his back and shuddering fiercely]

[using his other hand to hold you against him for now, while he slips in a second finger and scissors them wide, working his wrist to pull you more open] Feel okay?

[gasps softly against your throat, his body clutching at your fingers]

You'd know it if it didn't. [tensely]

Mmm. [scraping his digits along your inner walls, pushing at the resistance and fingerfucking you slowly before adding a wet third digit to the mix, all three plunging deep into you]

[curses and squirms, his back arching fiercely and his thighs trembling, his cock dragging slow against your belly]

You sound good like this. [there's the teasing grin, but fingers curl inside you, another, not-very-teasing-at-all thrust deep inside you to counterpoint]

[bites down sharply on your shoulder to muffle a low groan, giving up and just pressing his hips down against your belly, grinding in hard]

[hissing and bucking up against you for a second, before he just pulls back his fingers, his hands tracing back slow over your ass and hips]

[slumps, panting a little, before he reaches back and slicks his palm, then your cock, his eyes sharp and scorching on your face as he strokes you]

[shuddering, before breaking into a grin and tipping his head back, pushing hips up into your hand. his eyes never leave yours, though narrowed and squinty at times they may be]

[curls his fingers around the base of your cock to brace you and sinks back, sucking in a harsh breath and closing his eyes as he rocks down slowly]

[giving a low, gutteral groan, his hands finding their way to your hips then, helping to steady you, but not pushing or pulling one way or another]

[sinks down and just relaxes there for a long moment, leaning back on his hands and watching you with a lazy, smugly proprietary expression as he feels his body adjust around you]

[man what a diva you are. not that your tightness isn't stealing the breath from him, though, geez. he's thankful for the pause, though he throbs in response]

[have to admit, that's a pretty great sight, though. not letting go of your hips, but kneading over your skin, pressing and pulling and comparing tanner skin against paler]

[shudders a little and rocks his hips into your hands, his eyes slitted barely open as he squeezes down around you deliberately]

[hissing, leaning forward a little as his back arches, and hips rock in response, pressing up against you]

[his eyes open a little more and he pushes his hips firmly down onto yours, settling there to keep you from thrusting as he just rocks slowly, rubbing you inside him]

[hmph'ing under his breath, but settling back and satisfying himself with touching you--fingers sliding up your hips, over your waist, tracing your ribs before dragging back down]

[oh, you'll live. especially when this just keeps you deep inside him, pressing just right as he shifts, and he tries to stay stoic but can't. he bites his lip and drops his head after a few moments, arching into your hands as his lips part helplessly]

Edited 2012-11-10 01:35 (UTC)

[shuddering at your movement around him, hips shuddering, jerking, but unable to push up. still, his hands drift to your wrist, pulling your hand closer to his mouth, to kiss at your digits while he shakes beneath you]