[ Well, that was something of a difficult command to fully process. Did he want him up and working him or did he want him like this? Where there wasn't much to be done but try to hold on. Did he mean him to beg?
His moan crawls out from somewhere far beneath his chest as he squeezes his eyes shut again, feeling so fully engulfed and unable to really comprehend it beyond pleasure. He was moving, not thrusting, but allowing himself to move with him -- though the pull to do otherwise was becoming erratic.
And perhaps he did beg, but it was largely nonsense, gentle praise in little gasping breaths.
It wasn't as though he could ask Carver to tell him what he wanted him to do; then he would just stop again.
He did manage a warning ahead of the edge as he approached it, a sound, a touch. ]
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His moan crawls out from somewhere far beneath his chest as he squeezes his eyes shut again, feeling so fully engulfed and unable to really comprehend it beyond pleasure. He was moving, not thrusting, but allowing himself to move with him -- though the pull to do otherwise was becoming erratic.
And perhaps he did beg, but it was largely nonsense, gentle praise in little gasping breaths.
It wasn't as though he could ask Carver to tell him what he wanted him to do; then he would just stop again.
He did manage a warning ahead of the edge as he approached it, a sound, a touch. ]