Cold autumn air. The sound of wind in the trees. She lies on the sheets, face down, naked. he is lying next to Her. Allowing himself to steal a glance. Not sure if she is asleep, he moves closer. When She moves, he freezes. Adjusting his breathing.
She inhales. Fearful to wake Her, he inhales. She exhales, he follows suit. It might seem as if the air flowing out of them lightly makes them equal. But that's not true; Any variance in her rhythm makes him adjust. Controlled by her mere presence. And she may not even know it.
Awareness of reality sinks in. he grows in his cold metal chastity. The more he takes her in, the harder it gets. Biting his lip to conceal a sound of pain, he swallows in frustration, and his heart becomes heavy.
She opens her eyes. A knowing smile.
Good boy. Then She drifts off and leaves him in desire.
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