By The Way, If You Have A Pretty Boy All Stretched Out On Your Bed, Whimpering And Begging, Leaking And

by the way, if you have a pretty boy all stretched out on your bed, whimpering and begging, leaking and hips flexing, clenching on your fingers with tears in his gorgeous eyes, don’t forget to grab his face until his cheeks are squished together and ask him „what do we say?“, because he’ll say „thank you“ all muffled and then you can ask „and what else?“ and he’ll say „i love you“ but it won’t come out right, so you can ask him “what was that? i couldn’t understand you” again and again in a condescending voice, while stroking his prostate, until the tears are flowing down his face and he’s withering and panting and muffled moans fill the room and when you finally let his face go, he’ll gasp and hiccup and stumble over himself to get the words out, almost yelling “i love you” and you can smile at him and call him a good boy as he babbles in between crying “i love you. i love you. thank you. i love you. please. please. please. i love you. i’m yours. please don’t stop. please. i love you. please” and then you can shush him and stroke his hair, while pressing a kiss to his forehead and whispering to him “don’t worry, baby. we’re just getting started. I’ll take care of you. you’re safe with me.” so yeah, i would totally recommend grabbing boys faces. they usually quiet like it.