[ he tries to stay checked out, but something in the way she grips him and pulls his face into her acts like a tether. at some point, he forgets he was trying to dissociate and mentally wanders back. it wasn't what he was used to, certainly, but if he could see her face, the whole thing was almost bearable.
there's a lot going on, on a sensory level. a sharp but pleasant pain from her hand in his hair. spit and her arousal sliding down his chin and getting all over his face as he moves around. feeling her hips as he digs his fingers in.
he's in control. he's the one doing this to her.
as he lets himself get into it, he becomes aware of discomfort in his pants. which is THE WORST THING and the polar opposite of what he wanted to happen. he feels a twinge of nausea with the realization that his body is actively betraying him, but it's drowned out by the loudness of every over sensation. ]
i try my best
there's a lot going on, on a sensory level. a sharp but pleasant pain from her hand in his hair. spit and her arousal sliding down his chin and getting all over his face as he moves around. feeling her hips as he digs his fingers in.
he's in control. he's the one doing this to her.
as he lets himself get into it, he becomes aware of discomfort in his pants. which is THE WORST THING and the polar opposite of what he wanted to happen. he feels a twinge of nausea with the realization that his body is actively betraying him, but it's drowned out by the loudness of every over sensation. ]