when he’s making a mess in his pants???? when he’s leaking and gets all shy and embarrassed about it?? i fucking adore teasing him on purpose and then feigning ignorance. but then giving me that fucking look when i look at him with a smile because he’s already all hard for me. cus i can smell the pre before i can see it. he can’t even hold his smile back, the way he can’t keep eye contact but can’t look away. his giggles because he knows how pretty he is, how cute he is. how much i love to tease him and make him feel good. only i get to see him like that, only i make him like that. only i make him squirm and beg and whimper. he’s such a good boy the way he knows exactly what to do for me, and if he doesn’t he waits so patiently for permission or to be told what to do. always so shy and gentlemanly about everything. i love kissing his sensitive tummy, licking and biting and sucking all the places that make him giggle but also have to bite into his shirt to keep quiet. when he pulls his shirt up so i can touch wherever i want? the way his breath hitches when i lick up his pre like it’s the best goddamn thing i’ve ever tasted and the way his heart races when i grab his face gently and tell him to stick out his tongue so i can taste his sweet spit. the tiny little noises he lets out that he tries so hard to hold in. the way he looks at me through his long lashes with his beautiful green eyes with so much trust?!? he’s so eager to be a good boy. he can do no wrong. he’s perfect in my eyes, always. he’ll take whatever i give him, and he’ll be so grateful. and i’ll give him every thing i possibly can, happily.
