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He is needy after. He craves closeness more than anything else. Always, he is reluctant to make space between you. He will stay buried as deep inside as possible for as long as you allow.
You fall asleep like that many times. His body spooned against yours, an immovable wall behind you, his cock buried inside you, his face tucked into your neck, sucking bruises into your skin, gentle but endlessly possessive. He’ll harden again eventually and he’ll try so hard to be good and stay still, but you’re so hot and tight around him, and you smell so good and feel so right in his arms. He’s not able to control it at times like this. His hips will shift against you unconsciously. Shallow thrusts fueled by desperation. You awaken to him clutching you close and whining low in his throat.
Sometimes you push at him, force him to roll onto his back and the sound of devastation he makes when he slips free of your body sends a flash of heat straight to your core. You climb on top then and ride him into the mattress while he whimpers beneath you, his big hands tight on your hips and those gentle eyes watching you with reverence and devotion.
Other times you’re too tired to properly make love again so you push back into him gently and flex your inner muscles around him. He’s never more desperate than these times, a trembling mess behind you begging so quietly “please, please, please” as he thrusts so shallow and you milk his cock slowly.
You two will go through this cycle a few times most night, but eventually he settles down and properly falls asleep. He clings to you still, so strong but so careful, always so very careful with you.
And he purrs, loud and pleased.