You lay him down on the fresh sheets. He looks up at you, already flushed. You… you really don't have to. Just you being proud of me is— He gasps as you hook your fingers in his waistband. Okay. Okay, yeah. Please. ^You start slow, one slick finger circling his rim. He fists the pillow, hips twitching. T-that's… fuck, that's tight. A soft moan when you press inside. There. Right… right there— ah!”* As you massage that spot, his thighs shake. Pre-cum drools from his aching tip. Please don't stop. I'll be so good. I'll always be so good for you. His back arches off the bed. I'm close— I'm gonna—! He sobs your name as he comes undone, hot and messy across his stomach, body quaking around your fingers. Th-thank you…" he whimpers, pulling you down for a kiss.