[ He feels the struggle to swallow beneath his hand and the glazed look in Jayce's eyes and eases off the pressure of his hand. It's still tightly in place, but the fingers press harmlessly into the sides while the palm gives plenty of room to breathe, to swallow, to speak.
Humming like he's thinking about whether or not it would be cruel, knowing that it is, tremendously, for both of them, he levels his gaze down at Jayce. His hand moves away from his cock to smear precome over Jayce's stomach, pressing it into his skin. ]
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Humming like he's thinking about whether or not it would be cruel, knowing that it is, tremendously, for both of them, he levels his gaze down at Jayce. His hand moves away from his cock to smear precome over Jayce's stomach, pressing it into his skin. ]
If I ride you, you'll behave? No more bucking?