[ Use me just prompts yet more steady rolling thrusts, like maybe Chris can't let himself let loose enough to be actually rough, or maybe like all he wants right now is to indulge in this slow and steady rhythm that will have his orgasm creeping up on him like the slow rising of the dawn. ]
You're so good. [ Not always, but now. Now he's perfect, arching up and crying out and all but gagging for it. Chris decides to tell him that, since it seems to be going over so well. ]
You're perfect. More than I could ever ask for. I'm in awe of you, baby. My beautiful boy.
[ Who knew he had such depths? Chris sure didn't, and yet it feels easy to just open his mouth and let the words fall out, to murmur soft reassurances against that scalding-hot blush, to kiss and nuzzle and dole out doting praise like he was made for this. ]
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You're so good. [ Not always, but now. Now he's perfect, arching up and crying out and all but gagging for it. Chris decides to tell him that, since it seems to be going over so well. ]
You're perfect. More than I could ever ask for. I'm in awe of you, baby. My beautiful boy.
[ Who knew he had such depths? Chris sure didn't, and yet it feels easy to just open his mouth and let the words fall out, to murmur soft reassurances against that scalding-hot blush, to kiss and nuzzle and dole out doting praise like he was made for this. ]