the pad of his thumb is rough against your temple as he brushes the digit there, eyes open but unseeing as he shifts one thick thigh over your own, bicep a comforting pillow under the weight of your head. "penny for your thoughts?" he whispers, lips quirking up with ironic delight.
you shake your head, unable to battle against the growing weight of your eyelids, squeezing around the shaft of him as if to assure its presence. "do you ever get tired of hearing what i think?" it's a hushed whisper, despite the pair of you's solidarity; not wanting to break the bubble that cocoons the two of you in.
druig pauses for a moment, thumb stalling as it trails over your cheekbone, now. he licks over his lips, watching as your eyes flutter open for but a second to catch is expression. he pushes in deeper now, quelling the dull ache that broils in the pit of his belly, drawing a warbling whine from your lips. "as long as they're thoughts of me... no, my beautiful girl. i don't think i ever do."
your eyes crinkle with a small smile, rolling your hips over his cock to get comfortable once more, ignoring the grunt that it steals from him. "but i think of other things too sometimes, does that mean you don't want to hear my thoughts?" you whisper once more, leaning in close so that his nose nudges against your own.
he kisses you softly, now, before tucking you in under his chin, sighing woefully. "you have such beautiful thoughts, my dear. listening to you is a respite above everything else." he peeks down at you, squeezing once around your shoulders. "but i particularly like when i've got you fucked so dumb, there is not a single thought between those ears of yours, dove." he snorts. "then i like the silence."
