When bro tells me not to stop, I stop—just like that. The moment my hands pull away, the air thickens with frustration and desperate need as I watch him bite his lip, jaw clenched, eyes burning with annoyance, hunger, and confusion. He thought telling me to keep going meant I’d obey without question, but I’m not here to obey—I’m here to play. I lean in close, letting my breath ghost over his skin and my fingers barely touch his arm as I murmur, “You really think you get to tell me what to do? You asked me not to stop… so I stopped. What now?” His body stiffens, every muscle taut, begging silently for relief I’m not giving anytime soon. His hands twitch, reaching for me, but I pull back with a smirk and whisper, “Patience. If you want it, earn it.” Then I start again, slow and teasing, fingertips barely grazing his skin like silk, watching his breath hitch, fingers twitch, and eyes flutter closed as frustration builds like a storm.

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