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I would be on my hands and knees for him for however long he wanted...
God, the sounds L makes when you're sucking his cock; the broken, breathy moans so close to anguish. If not for his pleas for more, you'd think he was in pain.
"Don't stop... pl- ah! Please... more..."
His lips part to take in your fingers, sucking and licking them, showing you what he wants you to do for him. And he groans around them when you get it right, his voice cracking the closer he gets.
He hides his face behind his arms when his muscles constrict with pleasure, hips bucking off the bed to thrust deeper into your mouth, eyes big and wide. How can anything feel so good? He cums with his entire body, convulsing in ecstasy, thrusting and panting, moaning so loud you'd think his spirit was being torn from his body.
And within seconds he's as calm as can be, affectionately ruffling your hair and telling you, "you're quite good at that, you know."