[Honestly, closing his eyes would have happened whether he'd wanted to or not. He does as she asks, of course, because he'll do anything to make her more comfortable with this whole thing, even if it means he won't get to watch her work. But when she closes her mouth around him like that and he suddenly finds far more of him than he'd been expecting engulfed in that wet heat...
... well. His head presses back against the couch, and he's making a sort of strangled gasp before he can even help himself.
Dear god, just how much of him does she have in her mouth? He can't even tell; all his mind can process is "wet" and "hot" and how amazing it feels. It's far more than he was expecting, that much is for sure, and it's temporarily disconnecting his ability to do anything beyond breathe.]
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... well. His head presses back against the couch, and he's making a sort of strangled gasp before he can even help himself.
Dear god, just how much of him does she have in her mouth? He can't even tell; all his mind can process is "wet" and "hot" and how amazing it feels. It's far more than he was expecting, that much is for sure, and it's temporarily disconnecting his ability to do anything beyond breathe.]