mitsu

"p-please.."

he's pressed beneath you, your hands splayed on his chest. warmth radiates from the flesh beneath you, the scent of sweat and sex in the air. 

it’s suffocating. you take your next breath from his lips.

he immediately whines beneath your grip, grinding up into you for friction. you continue to meld your lips together; his eyes half lidded and fluttering between looking at you, and closing his eyes.

you pull away as soon as you realize he’s close. he chases your lips as you sit back, saliva connecting the two of you in this sinful embrace. he watches as a grin spreads across your lips, tempting him for more.

“satisfied?”

it’s clear what the answer is. you can see it in his eyes.

poor puppy.