Scions she's trying to make this easier on him and he's almost ashamed how hard it still is. But his guilt helps nothing, especially not how soft his cock still is. It helps that she's with him, that she's being so gentle, that there's a familiarity in her words that echoes a much better interaction.
Except they keep coming and something is wrong. She tells him to move her panties and it's like he's compelled, other hand coming to shove them aside, first hand still palming against her. It's not that he wouldn't do those things, but -- it's almost like he's going on autopilot to follow her words. His skin starts to prickle, that need to bolt rising in him.
When she says to make him met, he makes a sound of protest even as he feels his body reacting. His head tilts to find her lips, sucking hard against them before breaking to kiss her jaw and neck. His hand shifts from palming her to fingering her clit, the other tracing the line of her slit only to press in, pumping two fingers against her as he searches for shudders and moans. It isn't until he feels the first slick indication she's grown wet that he's able to get a hold of himself, pulling back with a gasp and the sting of moisture in his eyes, searching his face to see if she's hurt.
"I'm sorry -- I -- the commands are literal -- "
And he's helpless. He has absolutely no control over this situation.
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Date: 2022-11-07 04:44 am (UTC)Except they keep coming and something is wrong. She tells him to move her panties and it's like he's compelled, other hand coming to shove them aside, first hand still palming against her. It's not that he wouldn't do those things, but -- it's almost like he's going on autopilot to follow her words. His skin starts to prickle, that need to bolt rising in him.
When she says to make him met, he makes a sound of protest even as he feels his body reacting. His head tilts to find her lips, sucking hard against them before breaking to kiss her jaw and neck. His hand shifts from palming her to fingering her clit, the other tracing the line of her slit only to press in, pumping two fingers against her as he searches for shudders and moans. It isn't until he feels the first slick indication she's grown wet that he's able to get a hold of himself, pulling back with a gasp and the sting of moisture in his eyes, searching his face to see if she's hurt.
"I'm sorry -- I -- the commands are literal -- "
And he's helpless. He has absolutely no control over this situation.