She had earned every right to tease him, and while he would not fake it, he could not hold anything back eaither. One hand moved to the back of her neck. It did not pull her, encourage her, or make her go faster. It rested and lightly scratched at her skin, content to touch her. His other hand however went to the carpet, and gripped, veins appear in his arm as he flexed, muscle that was dormant contracted and formed. it was not demonic, it was a man trying to resist a sensation that made him want to scream in pleasure. Sweat broke out across his body like a rash. Salt and rose filed each droplet.<br/><br/>He was groomed, not bare but away from any path of contact. Smooth and warm to the touch, his body twitched under her every movement, her tongue, her breath, her lips. She heard him whimper, his abdomen contracting and his head finally lolling back. Maybe she had seen a man give in before, maybe she hadn't. It was a benefit of no shame, he could show her what she did to him and love showing her.