[As the rhythm picks up, it gets even harder not to buck his hips up to push further. Muscles clenching, his legs press a little into James' sides, and soon the hand he was biting down on starts to hurt. Giving up entirely on that, Keith reaches down to run his fingers over the other boy's jaw, tracing up and down, his touch as erratic as his breathing.]
Nngh... James...
[There's no other word for the way his voice sounds other than needy. He'd have hated sounding like this in the past when he didn't want James to know just how much he wanted him out of so many misplaced fears. Even now, he can hear that edge in his voice, somewhere between pleading and pure adoration, and it sounds so wrong, but everything James is doing -- every movement of his mouth, every lick, every stroke just feels unbelievably right and he doesn't know how long he can hold out here, or what he's saying. His lips move, maybe to start saying James' name again, but he loses composure in the middle of it and --]
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Nngh... James...
[There's no other word for the way his voice sounds other than needy. He'd have hated sounding like this in the past when he didn't want James to know just how much he wanted him out of so many misplaced fears. Even now, he can hear that edge in his voice, somewhere between pleading and pure adoration, and it sounds so wrong, but everything James is doing -- every movement of his mouth, every lick, every stroke just feels unbelievably right and he doesn't know how long he can hold out here, or what he's saying. His lips move, maybe to start saying James' name again, but he loses composure in the middle of it and --]
...fuck...James, I... nnngh ... so close.