[ If she is trying to make him forget about everything, she is succeeding. His mind is blank, only space for how her mouth feels, how hot her breath is, how perfect her tongue moves. He can't help it when she starts to move her head faster to whimper in defeat. Bucks his his slightly, can't help it, but holds himself back then, mumbles an apology, doesn't-- want to do something she doesn't want him to.
But, jesus, she doesn't stop and Parker has no idea how to defend against that. He doesn't want to. He just holds on tighter to her, constant little noises as she sucks him off, and he can't believe she is doing that, and it feels so good, fuck, what-- why were they even there again?
When she pulls back, it doesn't feel like mercy at all - or maybe saving him from embarrassment from coming way too fast. He gasps like his breath had been stolen from him, bending slightly at the waist, can't open his eyes for a while. So close, pulsing in her hand, all weak. It takes him a couple of seconds to manage to look down at her, whimpering pathetically. ]
Y-Yeah?
[ He can barely talk with her hand still on him, moving his hips in tempo with it a little. Fingers in her hair brushing back gently, and even in this there's a softness to him for her that it's impossible to ignore. He wants to stay here forever, he wants to leave, she makes him feel all the things he shouldn't. ]
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But, jesus, she doesn't stop and Parker has no idea how to defend against that. He doesn't want to. He just holds on tighter to her, constant little noises as she sucks him off, and he can't believe she is doing that, and it feels so good, fuck, what-- why were they even there again?
When she pulls back, it doesn't feel like mercy at all - or maybe saving him from embarrassment from coming way too fast. He gasps like his breath had been stolen from him, bending slightly at the waist, can't open his eyes for a while. So close, pulsing in her hand, all weak. It takes him a couple of seconds to manage to look down at her, whimpering pathetically. ]
Y-Yeah?
[ He can barely talk with her hand still on him, moving his hips in tempo with it a little. Fingers in her hair brushing back gently, and even in this there's a softness to him for her that it's impossible to ignore. He wants to stay here forever, he wants to leave, she makes him feel all the things he shouldn't. ]