fe_male: (erg: hmmm okay)
Mʀ. Wʀᴏɴԍ ([personal profile] fe_male) wrote 2012-11-11 06:48 am (UTC)

[ Just let it go. The first time she says it and the first time he hears it, he's not sure what to do with it. He's still overstimulated and underinteracted with, and he's not sure what do with this instruction. Let it go. Let what go? Let everything go? He doesn't have that much to let go, and what he does have, he's fiercely holding on to. He doesn't want to let it go. His hand grips hers harder because he doesn't have another out, and handholding is always a good thing, right? Her lips around the reactor pulling muffled grounds from him, around the gag. He doesn't remember anyone else paying such special attention to it, and that in itself is sort of significant, isn't it?

Legs easily nudged wider and again told to just let it go, and he's a little more pliable but still not entirely sure what it is he's supposed to be letting go. What? Let go of what? His stress? His reasons for acting this way? His fears, his desperate attempts to keep things hidden, even badly. He doesn't know. But there's a little more tenseness bleeding out of him as she continues, the blood instead moving into his cock and hardening it further.

He swallows instinctively with the last one, 'Just let it go', and seriously, he isn't sure what this means. Just let it go. But he doesn't have any reaction available to him except a hardening further, like he hadn't thought he'd be able to, a squint and then a look, right at her, because she's saying this and maybe there's more direction on her face or something - no, she just seems content on the 'it' he doesn't know about - and he makes noncommittal noises against the gag, because he can. ]

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