[ He has to take a beat before he can react, but his index finger brushes the underside of Gil’s cock, and although his voice is still a little low and slow he manages to respond with a reasonable recreation of his usual dryness: ]
I could tell.
[ He pushes himself back and sits upright, shaking out his arms and testing his own steadiness. He’s still slightly too loose-limbed and pleasurably electric to ride Gil as hard as he’d like -- and he’s had Gil on edge too long for it to last even if he did. But the trouble, relatively minor as it is, is that he’s not inclined to let Gil hold this over him.
Well. There are ways to deal with both.
He runs his tongue over his own lips. Nothing too bruising there, and if there was, it would be his own doing. It’s a workable change of plans. He pushes Gil’s shoulder lightly, directing him to lie back this time instead of outright pushing him into place. But he has no doubts that Gil will do it -- Gil's smart enough to pick up on the lip-licking. ]
no subject
I could tell.
[ He pushes himself back and sits upright, shaking out his arms and testing his own steadiness. He’s still slightly too loose-limbed and pleasurably electric to ride Gil as hard as he’d like -- and he’s had Gil on edge too long for it to last even if he did. But the trouble, relatively minor as it is, is that he’s not inclined to let Gil hold this over him.
Well. There are ways to deal with both.
He runs his tongue over his own lips. Nothing too bruising there, and if there was, it would be his own doing. It’s a workable change of plans. He pushes Gil’s shoulder lightly, directing him to lie back this time instead of outright pushing him into place. But he has no doubts that Gil will do it -- Gil's smart enough to pick up on the lip-licking. ]