[ it's increasingly difficult to think, with the way she's teasing him. he cranes his neck away from her, like he's trying to give her more free real estate for necking instead of putting a more deliberate effort into not looking at her. it's definitely the latter, but maybe….. maybe he doesn't completely hate the former.
that said, the words still spill out of him — ]
I don't want any pleasure from you.
[ followed by a smaller, more watery admission. ]
I don't want it to be you.
[ like he could just wish her away into literally anyone else? he doesn't know what he's saying, not really. he's trying desperately not to think about how much he wants her to touch his cock again instead of his thigh. ]
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that said, the words still spill out of him — ]
I don't want any pleasure from you.
[ followed by a smaller, more watery admission. ]
I don't want it to be you.
[ like he could just wish her away into literally anyone else? he doesn't know what he's saying, not really. he's trying desperately not to think about how much he wants her to touch his cock again instead of his thigh. ]