The more lost my son gets in the feeling the harder I have to work to bring him back into his body. I want him there, in the moment, with me because I don’t just want him feeling that one thing. I want him to feel the fur on my chest against his back, the heat of my breath on his neck, to hear me chewing his ear just as he can feel my heartbeat in my cock. I don’t want one thing. I want everything.













