mdni 18+ - men who can't cum unless you're looking in their eyes
He’s got you pinned beneath him, hips rolling slow and deep, every thrust measured like he’s savoring the drag of your walls around him. His forehead rests against yours, breaths mingling, but he doesn’t close his eyes, not even for a second.
“Stay with me,” he whispers, voice cracking on the edge of a plea. One hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, keeping your face tilted exactly where he needs it. “Don’t look away. Please.”
You can feel how close he is; his dick twitching inside you, his hips stuttering, his abs clenching tight, but he holds back, trembling, waiting. His pupils are blown wide behind the damp fringe of his lashes, locked on yours as if you’re the only thing tethering him to earth. “Look at me when you come,” you murmur, voice soft but steady.
His rhythm breaks, sharp, desperate thrusts, and then he’s spilling with a choked, broken sound, eyes never leaving yours. Tears gather at the corners, spilling over as he pulses inside you, hips jerking helplessly while he stares like he’s drowning in your gaze. He doesn’t blink until the last shudder leaves him.
Only then does he let his forehead drop to your shoulder, breathing ragged, arms wrapping tight around you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. “Thank you,” he mumbles against your skin, voice thick and wrecked. “Needed to see you… needed you to see me.”
You stroke his hair, feeling the way he still trembles in your arms, soft and undone. He stays buried inside you a little longer, just breathing, just looking—making sure you’re still there, still real, still his.
