[ Yeah, and he's still not totally sure whether or not this is something he wants her to see, him at this absolute weakest, the lowest part of all this, the betrayal, the feeling of life ticking away from him with every pulse, getting colder, getting more painful. He doesn't really know how to describe it.
Her words, he's looking at her eyes when she says them, and they dilate perceptibly, because jesus, he could be, that's so not fair, and his eyes skirt over the area he could be touching. He groans, blinking to keep his eyes open and tensing further. The teasing hardens him further, a few drops of precome showing up at the tip, waiting on her hand and the nerves and all his tenseness and all that vulnerability and just so much. ]
do you need to know what it was or do you want it amorphous?
Her words, he's looking at her eyes when she says them, and they dilate perceptibly, because jesus, he could be, that's so not fair, and his eyes skirt over the area he could be touching. He groans, blinking to keep his eyes open and tensing further. The teasing hardens him further, a few drops of precome showing up at the tip, waiting on her hand and the nerves and all his tenseness and all that vulnerability and just so much. ]