[If only Julieta knew how much of a compliment such greedy little actions were. The warmth of her lips was starting to make Gojyo's stomach churn with butterflies. His body gradually felt hotter as her mouth moved against him. His lips parted as he found himself breathing through his lips. His mind was focusing, doing its best to remember restraint.
No noise. He can't get caught. Thems the rules.
He began to push her head down slightly, to guide her as to how exactly he liked it. Nothing too forceful or intense just yet; he wished to give her the ability to back away from him if she wished. But it was still enough to insinuate what he was aiming to do.
Gods, what he wouldn't give to touch her, to please her as she pleased him, but switching their position meant getting caught.
No, he had to be patient.
He had to wait until he was done.
Not that that could be all too much longer with how swollen he had now found himself.]
no subject
No noise. He can't get caught. Thems the rules.
He began to push her head down slightly, to guide her as to how exactly he liked it. Nothing too forceful or intense just yet; he wished to give her the ability to back away from him if she wished. But it was still enough to insinuate what he was aiming to do.
Gods, what he wouldn't give to touch her, to please her as she pleased him, but switching their position meant getting caught.
No, he had to be patient.
He had to wait until he was done.
Not that that could be all too much longer with how swollen he had now found himself.]