He can't keep himself quiet. He couldn't keep himself quiet the first time, either, but that had been in the dead and not, and not during the busier workday. He knew they could be discovered; he knew she was in a bad situation somehow, from the bruises on her neck and the look in her eyes.
But he couldn't help himself. He tried, fuck did he try, but the groans and the gasps spilled out past his lips anyway, especially when she added her hands and got so close. She takes in so much of him that it's shocking, because he knows he's not a small dude, he's been in enough locker rooms to tell that much, and yet she manages anyway, and her palms are so warm around his sack that he hisses from the pleasure. He's sweating, dampness catching under his knees and on his palms, but he's loose, too, relaxing, tension sliding out as she plays him like an instrument.
It means, as well, that after a few moments there's a faint dripping, a pat pat pat of droplets on fabric, before he remembers, before the reminder sets his muscles to seizing back up again, desperate and embarrassed.
"Fh...fuck, sorry, I - "
He shakes his head, crimson, his eyes squeezed momentarily shut even though he wants so badly to keep watching her.
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Date: 2016-03-30 02:06 am (UTC)He can't keep himself quiet. He couldn't keep himself quiet the first time, either, but that had been in the dead and not, and not during the busier workday. He knew they could be discovered; he knew she was in a bad situation somehow, from the bruises on her neck and the look in her eyes.
But he couldn't help himself. He tried, fuck did he try, but the groans and the gasps spilled out past his lips anyway, especially when she added her hands and got so close. She takes in so much of him that it's shocking, because he knows he's not a small dude, he's been in enough locker rooms to tell that much, and yet she manages anyway, and her palms are so warm around his sack that he hisses from the pleasure. He's sweating, dampness catching under his knees and on his palms, but he's loose, too, relaxing, tension sliding out as she plays him like an instrument.
It means, as well, that after a few moments there's a faint dripping, a pat pat pat of droplets on fabric, before he remembers, before the reminder sets his muscles to seizing back up again, desperate and embarrassed.
"Fh...fuck, sorry, I - "
He shakes his head, crimson, his eyes squeezed momentarily shut even though he wants so badly to keep watching her.