[It gasps and rolls beneath him, arching into that touch; the hand in his hair sinks down to the back of his neck, and rests there, the fingers curling as he moves within it.
And then those fingers are pulled away, and it doesn't complain because it knows something better is coming. It feels him press there, hot and hard...
... and then stop.
It breaks the kiss, leaning up to speak against his ear in something barely more than a whisper:]
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And then those fingers are pulled away, and it doesn't complain because it knows something better is coming. It feels him press there, hot and hard...
... and then stop.
It breaks the kiss, leaning up to speak against his ear in something barely more than a whisper:]
C'mon, babe... hah. Fuck me.