His neck gave out for a moment as Boomer's head fell backward. At the same time, his eyelids failed and slammed shut, not wanting to open despite his wanting to see more of Bubbles. Something just wired them shut while propping his mouth open. All the little sounds he made, from panting in need for her to take more of him back into her mouth to groans in pleasure when she did. His hands gripped her bedsheets, pulling them toward him.<br/><br/>Boomer was doing many things, but had no idea what to do with himself. His most desired activity would have been to suckle her nipples so she would know how he felt as she did it to his still-swelling head, but that would be impossible, even for them. She was so good, he wanted to do something for her! It didn't feel right to just passively give in to whatever this almighty force that was manipulating his body was.<br/><br/>In the end, he regained himself enough to lean forward and stroke her cheek.