[ he's caught in another moment of not wanting to admit she's right. she drew out something latent when she tried to choke him, and now he's afraid of it coming back. and how much he'll want it when it does. she can feel him swallow under her touch.
being touched by her in a light, intimate way — with no way to fight back — makes it feel like something in him is unraveling. he's a sweater she keeps tugging at the loose string of, until he unfurls completely.
he finds himself shuddering as she shows attention to his cock — but the noise is something pleasured. he hates it. he hates it, he needs to hate it. hating it is how he still feels like himself.
however — he likes how it feels; his body is in disagreement with his interal protest as he hardens in her hand. his hips try to buck up to meet her, even though he's trying to control himself. rational thoughts are evaporating.
he doesn't want to look at her, but he doesn't trust her enough to close his eyes and just let it happen. so he ends up starting in that directon… sort of. focusing on a spot of light behind her. ]
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being touched by her in a light, intimate way — with no way to fight back — makes it feel like something in him is unraveling. he's a sweater she keeps tugging at the loose string of, until he unfurls completely.
he finds himself shuddering as she shows attention to his cock — but the noise is something pleasured. he hates it. he hates it, he needs to hate it. hating it is how he still feels like himself.
however — he likes how it feels; his body is in disagreement with his interal protest as he hardens in her hand. his hips try to buck up to meet her, even though he's trying to control himself. rational thoughts are evaporating.
he doesn't want to look at her, but he doesn't trust her enough to close his eyes and just let it happen. so he ends up starting in that directon… sort of. focusing on a spot of light behind her. ]