[He starts to comply, but he feels the feeling slipping away from memory. The words elude him. Subconsciously, his hand starts to move faster, and he further collapses into the steady rhythm of her hands, the way she digs for--
His breath comes out heavy again. There is a wave that is coming, and he pushes it down again at the same time she pushes in. It causes the inhale to stutter when he takes it, a desperate sound accompanying it.]
No--it--
[The declaration comes out first, a vocalized refusal to let himself be taken by the end, and an attempt to comply to her demand at the same time: Tell me how it feels. He inhales again to try and reset, but she's still driving herself into him with hunger now. It bleeds, and he's too aroused by it to comprehend anything but their pleasure mixing across the bond.
He tries to force himself off his shoulders, to show he still has some control of himself. He fails.]
Oh--Rey--
[He can't do it. He can't answer her. All he can do is say her name, and beg, and breathe for it. His breath comes faster now, and his whole body lurches backward, and then forward into the mattress. There are tears in his eyes from how hard he comes (and with it, a wail of desire), spilling into his hand and the tangle of sheets powerfully. So much of his skin is reddened by the act, and his wheezing comes so deep that his voice begins to crack.
And slowly, his muscles turn to liquid, skin prickling with overstimulation.]
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[He starts to comply, but he feels the feeling slipping away from memory. The words elude him. Subconsciously, his hand starts to move faster, and he further collapses into the steady rhythm of her hands, the way she digs for--
His breath comes out heavy again. There is a wave that is coming, and he pushes it down again at the same time she pushes in. It causes the inhale to stutter when he takes it, a desperate sound accompanying it.]
No--it--
[The declaration comes out first, a vocalized refusal to let himself be taken by the end, and an attempt to comply to her demand at the same time: Tell me how it feels. He inhales again to try and reset, but she's still driving herself into him with hunger now. It bleeds, and he's too aroused by it to comprehend anything but their pleasure mixing across the bond.
He tries to force himself off his shoulders, to show he still has some control of himself. He fails.]
Oh--Rey--
[He can't do it. He can't answer her. All he can do is say her name, and beg, and breathe for it. His breath comes faster now, and his whole body lurches backward, and then forward into the mattress. There are tears in his eyes from how hard he comes (and with it, a wail of desire), spilling into his hand and the tangle of sheets powerfully. So much of his skin is reddened by the act, and his wheezing comes so deep that his voice begins to crack.
And slowly, his muscles turn to liquid, skin prickling with overstimulation.]