[Good. That's exactly what he wants and even with Dick's face hidden in his neck he turns just enough to continue because the responses are what he's greedy for. It's too much in its own way, the hand on his hip grounding him and drawing out some sort of choked sound.
The hand at Dick's chest continues, just the tip of one finger tracing over whatever bits of skin and contour lines he can, teasingly flicking a nipple and winding down to his abs. There's a whisper that sounds almost like begging him to go harder, a soft congratulations on the angle of his thrusts and maybe he lost the point of just messing with him and he's openly just telling him what to do.
The hand on his own cock is still moving and there's a harsh exhale, the arm around Dick's shoulder tensing and legs curling tighter.]
That's perfect... [It's the one, complete sentence he says, face shifting to try and burrow in Dick's hair while Dick's face is against his neck. He's not going to last much longer like this, but if he's going down he's taking Dick with him.]
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The hand at Dick's chest continues, just the tip of one finger tracing over whatever bits of skin and contour lines he can, teasingly flicking a nipple and winding down to his abs. There's a whisper that sounds almost like begging him to go harder, a soft congratulations on the angle of his thrusts and maybe he lost the point of just messing with him and he's openly just telling him what to do.
The hand on his own cock is still moving and there's a harsh exhale, the arm around Dick's shoulder tensing and legs curling tighter.]
That's perfect... [It's the one, complete sentence he says, face shifting to try and burrow in Dick's hair while Dick's face is against his neck. He's not going to last much longer like this, but if he's going down he's taking Dick with him.]