Guess I'd have to keep my questioning a little more subtle then, if I was willing to wait for just you. Which I am, in this case. Would probably make me want it even more from you.
[ seems like a big ask, but he's following how his dick reacts to any new or specific idea.
there are little groans, maybe a whine when his balls start feeling tighter, a slide of his back down the chair as if this is exhausting, as if he couldn't just stroke himself whenever he pleases.
he's praised for doing good, though, and shit if that doesn't keep him maintaining composure to resist, to stay determined for this incredibly kinky, sexy stranger. ]
Ok, since you're asking so nicely.
[ shooting pictures off when requested sure must be an indication that he'd do it no matter how he's asked, but the softness in that text is thrilling too. he'd said he wanted to be called good, after all, and really, he's finding that he wants more of that.
planning isn't his forte, but details when he cares about something are, so he considers what angle to take another photo from. he props the camera up on a desk, standing sideways, shirt pulled up, a profile shot of his cock and ass, and it really does take everything in his power not to grab onto himself as the timer snaps the photo for him. the background is just a regular office room: clearly someone's not doing their work, thank goodness none of it's time sensitive. he sends it off, settling back into the chair. ]
Am I still being good enough? Sir?
[ if the heat spreading out into his thighs, the tight way his cock twitches, are any indication, saying that title's probably gonna work out. ]
no subject
Which I am, in this case.
Would probably make me want it even more from you.
[ seems like a big ask, but he's following how his dick reacts to any new or specific idea.
there are little groans, maybe a whine when his balls start feeling tighter, a slide of his back down the chair as if this is exhausting, as if he couldn't just stroke himself whenever he pleases.
he's praised for doing good, though, and shit if that doesn't keep him maintaining composure to resist, to stay determined for this incredibly kinky, sexy stranger. ]
Ok, since you're asking so nicely.
[ shooting pictures off when requested sure must be an indication that he'd do it no matter how he's asked, but the softness in that text is thrilling too. he'd said he wanted to be called good, after all, and really, he's finding that he wants more of that.
planning isn't his forte, but details when he cares about something are, so he considers what angle to take another photo from. he props the camera up on a desk, standing sideways, shirt pulled up, a profile shot of his cock and ass, and it really does take everything in his power not to grab onto himself as the timer snaps the photo for him. the background is just a regular office room: clearly someone's not doing their work, thank goodness none of it's time sensitive. he sends it off, settling back into the chair. ]
Am I still being good enough? Sir?
[ if the heat spreading out into his thighs, the tight way his cock twitches, are any indication, saying that title's probably gonna work out. ]