#you probably

i don't need to comment on this fic bc it's already finished, i don't need to suck the author's dick to give me the next chapter anymore

Imagine his head thrown back, open-mouth panting while you stroke him to completion. His soft grunts of pleasure during the build up only for his forehead to bury into your neck with whispered pleas. He'd been on the cusp for too fucking long, but keeping him on this tightrope was a beautiful sight and his sounds were a lullaby of the highest satisfaction. You twist your hand just right, grip tightening when his hips flutter up into your hand, crimson painting his cheeks and just when his fingers flex in the sheets your grip loosens and his orgasm is ruined. Its painful and his eyes beg and plead for you to do it again, he swears he will be a good boy for you, that he will sound so pretty just for you.