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26 April 1963

I have the outline and rough drafts done now! Expect more consistent updates. 

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A few nights ago Paul had been plowing you from on top. He liked getting railed, but liked railing you just as much. You laid back and enjoyed his administrations, watching his cute face contort in pleasure and excitement. However, there was something of interest you took note of that night.

You were grabbing his chest for grounding as he moved, Paul's skin was soft and felt nice against your hands as always. He was heated up, heart beating fast along with his quick breathing and sweet noises.

What you noticed was, whenever your thumbs grazed harder against a nipple, his hips shuddered. Paul was knocked off pace for a moment. He would gasp.

Paul likely didn't notice, too focused on the task at hand. The touches only feed into his lust.

You wanted to explore this further.

That evening, you removed Paul's shirt, but not his trousers. You bound his hands together behind him to the headboard. That way he could sit up comfortably, but not lean forward more than you wanted him to, and not use his hands.

You began by caressing Paul's bare chest. He leant into it, enjoying the contact. You massaged his sides, his shoulders, his pectorals. He had his eyes closed in a pleased expression. He liked when the attention was on him.

Paul's nipples were flat. Masculine in that aspect, but his chest was soft. They were a nice shade of pink, similar to his lips.

You revealed your true motives. You ran each of your palms up his chest, applying decent pressure. The pressure made your hands drag over his nipples, stimulating them. Without much thought, Paul leaned into them, humming in pleasure.

You smiled. So he did enjoy it. You switched to that, rubbing the cute buds in a circular motion. Paul cracked his eyes open, a bit perturbed.

"What're you doing?" He said. His voice was breathy and a bit uneven.

"Touching you." You said.

You continued, and they began to harden, pushing against your fingertips. Paul made no move to shy away, though he could. He was leaning further into it if anything. You teased them between your fingers, rubbing your thumbs into the protrusions.

"Don't," Paul said unconvincingly. His voice was soft, and he was still leaning into the touches.

Paul squirmed, a shiver running through him. He must be conflicted, not wanting to demonstrate that he's enjoying it, but not wanting to pull away. Paul could be so prideful sometimes, at his own expense.

You stopped your movement, placing your palms firmly against his chest. You kept them completely still, not giving him the desired stimulation of them dragging against him.

"Be honest." You said.

"I don' touch them! S'embarassing!" Paul said, shifting. You could tell he was getting frustrated by the lack of movement. You didn't give him anything.

You waited longer. Paul whined. He raised his chest up so that your hands finally grazed against him.

You began to touch him again, lightly. You grazed your fingertips very delicate against the tips of his nubs. Paul tried to lean in, chase your warm hands, so you pulled away.

"You like it, don't you?" You said.

"No." Paul said quietly, barely escaping his lips. His voice still wasn't very convincing.